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Humour wastes this whole town |
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Wipe the knives and go to ground |
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An equal right for the sheep that reign |
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For all their lies and all their games |
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I won't wait for you to brave |
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More than one way to be okay |
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What are you thinking, what are you thinking |
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What are you thinking, oh what are you thinking |
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This my head and yours, just metaphors |
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I guess we'll always end up more |
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Beat to life, in restraints |
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Hit by miles gone medicated |
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What are you thinking, what are you thinking |
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What are you thinking, oh what are you thinking |
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Go |
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Explode |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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Just go |
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Explode |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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We could waste this whole town |
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Wipe the knives and go to grounds |
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This musical ride, these sheets of rain |
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For all their lies and all their games |
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Just being alive don't get you saved |
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If there's more than one way to be okay |
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What are you thinking, what are you thinking |
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What are you thinking, oh what are you thinking |
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Oh what are you thinking |
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Go |
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Explode |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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Just go |
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Explode |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
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What time is it you're waiting for |
