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I hear voices when no one's around |
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Silent voices that no one can see |
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I hear voices that don't make a sound |
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The distant calling that calls out to me |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm rotting in your arms |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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Sometimes fables(? ) |
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Are different than mine |
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They always come over when no one's around |
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Strangers(? ) dark |
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They crawl in my face and won't leave me alone |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm burning through your skull |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I (? ) light |
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I (? ) side of my skull |
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When i(? ) alone |
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Someone was laughing and pointing at me |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm rotting in your arms |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain |
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In my head |
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In my head(? ) side of my head |
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The bullets are bright it's kept in the dark(? ) side of my head(? ) millions of (? ) shot in the dark |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm rotting in your arms |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I hear voices when no one's around |
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Silent voices that no one can see |
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I hear voices that don't make a sound |
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The distant calling that calls out to me |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm rotting in your arms |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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Sometimes(? ) |
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They(? )When(? )(? ) dark(? ) and won't leave me alone |
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Feels so nice and hopeless when |
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I'm burning in your womb |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull |
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In my head |
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In my head |
