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I woke up that morning |
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Feeling slightly stressed |
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Getting in an urge to just |
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Bail out completely pissed |
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What did I know? |
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That night we made our way |
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Through the darkness |
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And the shame |
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Don't let yourself run away |
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Cause we have another |
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Game to play |
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That night you |
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Would make us say |
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'Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show' |
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It doesn't matter if |
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The mind's at stake |
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Cause we had another |
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Round to make |
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There was no way |
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We could fail |
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Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show |
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The Pittsburgh syndrome! |
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An hour of destruction |
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Intoxicated bliss |
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Moments of sobriety |
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Would cease to exist |
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A sudden turn |
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Would make that city |
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Burn with souls on fire |
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Relentless desire |
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Don't let yourself run away |
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Cause we have another |
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Game to play |
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That night you |
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Would make us say |
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'Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show' |
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It doesn't matter if |
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The mind's at stake |
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Cause we had another |
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Round to make |
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There was no way |
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We could fail |
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Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show |
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The Pittsburgh syndrome! |
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Don't let yourself run away |
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Cause we have another |
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Game to play |
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That night you |
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Would make us say |
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'Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show' |
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It doesn't matter if |
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The mind's at stake |
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Cause we had another |
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Round to make |
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There was no way |
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We could fail |
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Fuck all the details |
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Get on with the show |
