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I'm fine as a matter of course |
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But I don't get lonely anymore |
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And I'll touch is a matter of course |
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But I don't feel nothing anymore |
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And I scream for our manner of symptoms |
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But I don't suffer anymore |
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And my move is a matter of course |
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But I can't feel the movement |
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If silence is gold it's my part of the road |
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When all of these methods you'll have |
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And coding your message in binary |
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There's only lines of ones and o's |
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I wait for a matter a time |
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I don't have to stay off anymore |
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And I fight as a matter of plan ' |
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Cause I don't have patience anymore |
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And I'll say what needs to be said |
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But I won't save her anymore |
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And our love is a matter of course ' |
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Cause I don't feel the anger anymore |
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If silence is gold it's my part of the road |
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When all of these methods you'll have |
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And coding your message in binary |
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There's only lines of ones and o's |
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Your vengeance is called the victims are told |
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When all of it's all that you have |
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Infecting your pillar lies aside of me |
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In needles fetched with pheromones |
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl |
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These troubles will bind us |
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And ours souls like rusted machines |
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl |
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These troubles will bind us |
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And ours souls like rusted machines |
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl |
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These troubles will bind us |
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And ours souls like rusted machines |
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl |
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These troubles will bind us |
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These troubles will bind us |
