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Slow down, fade out. |
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It's almost a pattern for me. |
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Laid down mistakes out. |
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They're all just like motions to me. |
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And yeah, |
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I could be wrong. |
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Wake up your faking. |
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I know that you're lying awake. |
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Break off, shake down. |
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I'm tired of obeying the brain. |
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Crossed arms and crooked eyes. |
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Begging like |
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I'm on the line. |
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I hope that there's more here in me. |
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Stale from the middle in. |
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My bro comes off, consider it. |
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I know that it's played and it's weak. |
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Wake up your faking. |
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I know that you're lying awake. |
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Break off, shake down. |
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I'm tired of obeying the brain. |
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And yeah, |
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I could be wrong. |
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Taking off. |
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And yeah, |
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I could be wrong. |
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Jumping off. |
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And yeah, |
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I could be done. |
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Slow down, fade out. |
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It's all just a pattern for me. |
