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Oh, fashionistas, scene police and souvenirs - |
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Keepsakes from days |
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I wish that |
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I wasn't here |
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Snowflake, it's so hard - |
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You're a whole lot, you're a sham |
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But I think |
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I want it, |
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I think I need it - |
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Like I need a heart attack |
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step |
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that |
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I've kept |
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Oh, calm charisma, there's no story in your tears, |
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So let's just do nothing but hang like chandeliers |
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You're such a big shot |
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You're a astronaut, you're a flirt |
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But I think |
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I want it, |
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I think I need it - |
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Like I need a heart attack |
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step |
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that |
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I've kept |
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Every day is a runaround, all |
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I want is a taste but now |
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I'm falling, falling, falling with every step |
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Falling, falling, |
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In the fault line |
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I'm falling |
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Like an engine that's stalling, |
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive (Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets) |
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Falling, falling, |
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In the fault line |
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I'm falling |
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Like an engine that's stalling, |
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive (Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets) |
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Falling, falling, |
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In the fault line |
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I'm falling |
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Like an engine that's stalling, |
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive (Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets) |
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My heart was with her, but my body's on strike, |
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Fighting the poison that |
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I've chosen tonight |
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She looked concerned, said, "Are you feeling alright?" |
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I didn't answer (Stop me if you've heard this one) |
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Another bastard with a shit-eating grin, |
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So disingenuous, just phoning it in |
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Slowly fading, easy faking chagrin |
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She said, "I'm sorry," (At least that's what I think she said) |
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The faced manipulations of nefarious creeps, |
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The kind that reminisce about the heart of the streets, |
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The kind that talked a lot of shit, but couldn't handle the heat, |
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The kind you saw it in their eyes it was the |
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Widening retinas acting as antennas |
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Nothing was sacred and nothing was safe at all |
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud |
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud |
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud |
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud |
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step |
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that |
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I've kept |
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Every day is a runaround, all |
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I want is a taste but now |
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I'm falling, falling, falling with every step |
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Falling, falling, |
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In the fault line |
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I'm falling |
