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I spit a fierce confusion |
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Amok, I kick sick with the flies |
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The demons are all in collusion |
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The young boys all fires and lies |
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I'm caught in the quip and commotion |
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My body a senseless device |
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Stirred by a faithless devotion |
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My heart beats the footsteps of mice |
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I snap back |
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Only for a moment, and I |
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Simmer right down |
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It's you, me |
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The Lonely Left In Motion and this |
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Our ghost town |
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Mostly |
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I don't seem to slow down |
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Skulls roll in my wake |
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I run |
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I snap back |
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Only for a moment, and I |
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Simmer right down |
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It's you, me |
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The Lonely Left In Motion and this |
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Our ghost town |
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I snap back |
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Only for a moment, and I |
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Simmer right down |
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It's you, me |
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The Lonely Left In Motion and this |
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Our ghost town |
