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These walls keep closing in |
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I'm just a mannequin |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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Don't come too close to me |
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I can't find no space to breath |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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My touch the kiss of death |
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More sick with every breath |
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I just can't seem to slow it down now |
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Why line up to conform |
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Why wear a uniform to grow old and die |
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In this same ****ing town |
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Obsessed with misery |
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Life holds no joy for me |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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No colors only gray |
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I die a little everyday |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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My touch the kiss of death |
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More sick with every breath |
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I just can't seem to slow it down now |
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Why line up to conform |
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Why wear a uniform to grow old and die |
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In this same ****ing town |
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I'm born wrong too dead to feel |
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Wake up it's all to real |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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Switched off there's no more pain |
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Padded walls I'm half insane |
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Whoa! it's time to go |
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My touch the kiss of death |
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More sick with every breath |
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I just can't seem to slow it down now |
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Why line up to conform |
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Why wear a uniform to grow old and die |
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In this same ****ing town |
