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Turn to the left, turn to the right* |
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If you judge me for my faults |
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My soul searches for flight |
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Awake in my violent daydreams |
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I am lucid and torn |
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I sleep, dreaming in the netherworld |
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Obsessed and reborn |
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I feel the moonrise |
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Inside my head |
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I feel the consequence |
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Of everything you left unsaid |
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And now you're dead... |
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Is this soliloquy or psychosis |
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Or self-hypnosis |
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Burn to the right, turn to the left |
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If society won't accept you |
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You scream into the grave |
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Welcome to the underground |
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Welcome to your grave |
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Welcome to your beautiful mistake |
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I feel the moonrise |
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Inside my head |
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I feel the consequence |
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Of everything you left unsaid |
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And now we're dead... |
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[Solo:] |
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Turn away from the light |
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Turn into the right |
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If you judge me for my faults |
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My soul searches for flight |
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Welcome to the underground |
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Welcome to your grave |
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Welcome to your beautiful mistake |
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I feel the moonrise |
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Inside my head |
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I feel the consequence |
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Of everything you left unsaid |
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And now we're dead... |
