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Too late to think or filter anymore |
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The bitter pill to swallow, maybe you're |
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In a blanket haze of ephedrine |
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I'm wonderin' where the hell you been |
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So come on and right this wrong the rope |
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You got it all right, you got a feeling |
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I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go |
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You got it all right, you got a feeling' |
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Cause devils and ropes around your neck |
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Cursing them all and you can't hear it, can't hear it |
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Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore |
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Sabatuer, infiltrator and maybe wrong |
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If you're not blind and deaf |
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Then how can we pollute your head? |
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So come on and right this wrong the rope |
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And I got it all right, |
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I got a feeling |
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You'd rather open up your wrist, let it go |
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I got it all right, yeah, |
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I got a feeling' |
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Cause devils and ropes around my neck |
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Can't even know 'cause they can't hear it |
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Can't hear it, can't hear it, can't hear it |
