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The pulse in the bass drum lulls you close enough |
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for a peek of whats to come of this. |
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Forming into, around, and right over a sound that |
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has had you locked ever since it began. |
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And for feeling you're trapped, never know where you're at. |
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It's just the only thing that ever keeps me ready for it. |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up. |
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Let them tick their mark in my eyes, wearing your crown on the dress, |
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you don't know what you have done, it's in my ruin for life. |
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The sun keeps staring me down, every reflection it finds, |
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laminating on my skin, within the scent of the night. |
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Right there, where people fail to excel, I leave my kiss on the table. |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up. |
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Please say you are what you offer! |
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Don't say I'm alone |
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Please say you are what you offer! |
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Don't say you... |
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You're getting the best of me, just what you deserve. |
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You're getting the best of me, just what you deserve. |
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I'm getting the best of you, just what I deserve. |
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I'm getting the best of you, just what I deserve. |
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Please say you are what you offer, don't say I'm alone. |
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Please say you are what you offer, don't say you... |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up. |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up. |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up. |
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It's like I'm marching from downstream... |
