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I don't want to talk |
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I roll my red eyes back |
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Closed and latched |
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Still you watch |
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Sweep from left to right |
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Frame six hundred nine |
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It never lies |
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Like some electric eye |
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Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes |
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Iodine night sky, diagnose this time |
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Sickness or a crime? |
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Profane something fine, so you define |
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Say it like you mean it, boy |
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Shut your mouth until you can |
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Ten times, ten times fast |
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Dye infection black |
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A note pinned on your back |
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Painfully exact |
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Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes |
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Iodine night sky, diagnose this time |
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Now pathologize |
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Sickness or a crime as you define |
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Say it like you mean it, boy |
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Shut your mouth until you can |
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Ten times, ten times |
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Say it like you mean it, boy |
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Shut your mouth until you can |
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Say it like you mean it, boy |
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Shut your mouth until you can |
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Ten times, ten times fast |