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I wanna get wired on something new |
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I wanna get high on something |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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Every wide open space |
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It's the gaping holes that get to you |
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They frighten you |
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An echo of your emptiness |
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Every lie that you've fed |
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You can kiss my open spaces |
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I am safe from you |
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I'm better now, |
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I'm better now |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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I wanna get high on something |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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Every scan |
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I've erased |
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Leave a memory that will prey on you |
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An overspill |
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I hope it will, |
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I hope it will |
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All the time |
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I have wasted |
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Tasted Bitterness |
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Now I confess, you waste my space |
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At any time, at any rate |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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I wanna get high on something |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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Now you're up against a wall |
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It's the other side that scares you |
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And you're groping through the hole |
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And you're hoping for a way out |
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Your strength is on it's last legs |
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You could be somewhere else |
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Instead you're blinded by the way out |
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The way out |
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And it's right here |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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I wanna get high on something |
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I wanna get wired on something new |
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I wanna get high on something |
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I wanna get high on something |