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Go, alright |
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We walk it straight and narrow |
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We take this path straight to hell |
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We want a quick solution |
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We put ourselves inside a pill |
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Damnation, salvation, can't see a difference anyway |
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We get so medicated that we don't even care |
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We've got to be put to rest |
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After we're born to death |
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You see I just met you |
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And now I'm trying to forget you |
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I get so disconnected |
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I lose my love everyday |
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I lose it on the street and freak out |
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Well, I don't know what to say |
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I don't know, |
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I don't know what to say |
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I don't know where to begin |
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I know I don't belong |
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Out of the law |
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We've got to be put to rest |
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After we're born to death |
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Gravity makes a sound |
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Pills mean, so get ill, get infected |
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No sweat, just give us injections |
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If you feel sentimental |
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Deleted memory, nothing special |
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And you see |
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I just met you |
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And now I'm trying to forget you |
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**** you, |
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I'm temperamental |
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Self defense is fundamental |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel alright |
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We fight to feel, we fight |
