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Feeling like I am out of touch |
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Twisted icy hands detach |
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Seeing through this sad jigsaw |
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Stitch-work cancer working through |
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Every saying has its day |
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Every plaything goes away |
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Eyes excuse words to abuse |
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It's seeing through what's safe to say |
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Fascination with the truth |
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Doesn't get much closer to |
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Those things come in very clear |
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Witch head corset disappear |
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Every stasis finds the truth |
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Every detail has its word |
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Lies surrounding mounds of lies |
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The stinking piles of underlines |
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Who do I have to fuck? |
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I don't know (x4) |
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Burning down the system |
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Tearing down the system |
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Tear down the system |
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Burn down the system |
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Tearing down the system |
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Tripping down the system |
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Chase down the system |
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Tripping down the system... |
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Who do I have to fuck? |
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I don't know (x4) |
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Every saying has its day |
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Every plaything goes away |
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Eyes excuse words to abuse |
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It's seeing through what's safe to say |
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Every stasis finds the truth |
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Every detail has it's word |
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Lies surrounding mounds of lies |
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The stinking piles of underlines |
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Who do I have to fuck? |
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I don't know (x4) |
