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I put my gloves on, |
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I go outside |
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I rev my engine and |
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I'm ready to ride |
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I'm hyperactive, |
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I'm on a tear |
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I'm on the highway going who knows where |
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I feel explosive, |
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I feel uptight |
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I've got a hard on for some |
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Violence tonight |
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You can't subdue me, |
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I can't relax |
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Don't wanna be here when the virus attacks |
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Forget who you are |
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Forget where you've been |
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You don't want to meet the real me |
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I'm a psycho (like Norman Bates) |
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Increasing pressure inside my brain |
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Cuts off the blood flow, constricting my veins |
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The panic rises. |
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I'm under seige |
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At first you doubted me but now you believe |
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Don't try to help me, don't hang around |
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I'm not responsible for running you down |
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Loss of control, possessed with hate |
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You try escaping but you tried it too late |
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The medication has no effect |
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Organism that you'll never detect |
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A bastard virus, first of its kind |
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Don't know you've got it 'till you lose your mind |
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I take my gloves off, my job is done |
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You didn't listen when |
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I told you to run |
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I rev my engine. |
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I head for home |
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Until the next attack |
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I'm finally alone |