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Got to know, got to know |
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My genetic malignancy |
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The perfect night |
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I'm drunk consistently |
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I'm dead on my feet |
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No pattern in my wonderings |
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I wish I'd remembered to pack heat |
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It's a long walk home from here |
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Strange sounds surrounded me, drowned me |
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I sunk with open eyes |
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I dove into her mouth |
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I had to follow that sound |
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I'm dead on my feet |
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No pattern in my wonderings |
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I wish I'd remembered to pack heat |
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It's a long walk home from here |
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My world turns upside down |
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Every good night if I'm forthright |
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My eyes they pierce inside |
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Every good night I live the good life |
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My feet won't fail me now |
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Pushing rhythms in my head |
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My eyes are scanning eyes |
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I'm a stranger to myself |
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I don't mind being up all night |
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I stay close to the walls |
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I cross empty streets |
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And I see nothing's complete |
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I'm dead on my feet |
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No pattern in my wonderings |
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I wish I'd remembered to pack heat |
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It's a long walk home from here |
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My world turns upside down |
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Every good night if I'm forthright |
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My eyes they pierce inside |
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Every good night I live the good life |
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My feet won't fail me now |
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Pushing rhythms in my head |
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My eyes are scanning eyes |
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I'm a stranger to myself |
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Awaiting the first sound rage |
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When the morning arises |
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I've got nowhere to hide |
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I've got nothing to hide |
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I'm dead on my feet... |
