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I got so much trouble on my mind |
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Paranoia time |
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I'm running out of life |
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Clockwise and the seconds tick away |
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Each line that cuts my face |
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Cut as each hand moves into place |
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ParanoiaAmped and wired |
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Bile black the thoughts that run my head |
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There's so much to be said |
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They're so much living dead |
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Walking corpses shambling through life |
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With nothing in their sight |
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Dance on their bones, step in and fight |
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ParanoiaAmped and wired |
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Life and death are fighting for my time |
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I can't seem to find the time |
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I want what's mine |
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Time through the clock just keeps talking |
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It just walks any damn place |
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It feels like walkin' |
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My mind keeps thinking |
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Clockwise as the seconds tick away |
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I make my move today |
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Time and life |
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Life and time |
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To have and hold |
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And sometimes find |
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It isn't mine, it isn't yours |
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Man to man |
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I'll fight you for |
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Time and life |
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Life and time |
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One day I'll get what's mine |
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Through the persistence of time |
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Life and death as words they don't mean shit |
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It's what you do with it |
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And how you live with it |
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Raging like a bull inside a cage |
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Just give me a stage |
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Where this bull can rage |
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Paranoia's got no hold on me |
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Time don't have nothing |
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To do with how high you can |
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Time don't got nothing |
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To do with how high you can count |