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Breathing from a hole in my lung |
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I had no one but faces in front of me |
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Racing through the void in my head |
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To find traces of a good luck academy |
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Sparks ignite and trade them for thought |
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About no one and nothing in particular |
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Washed the sickened socket and drove |
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Resent nothing, there's goodwill inside of me |
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Wake me up, lower the fever |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Set me on fire in the evening |
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Everything will be fine |
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Waking up strong in the morning |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Lately I'm a desperate believer |
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Been walking in a straight line |
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Something |
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I will never forget |
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I felt desperate and stuck to the marrow |
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Invisible to everyone else |
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I'm a sex change and a damsel with no heroine |
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Wake me up, lower the fever |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Set me on fire in the evening |
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Everything will be fine |
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Waking up strong in the morning |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Lately I'm a desperate believer |
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Been walking in a straight line |
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I don't need no time to say |
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There's no changing yesterday |
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If we keep talking and |
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I keep walking in straight lines |
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Wake me up, lower the fever |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Set me on fire in the evening |
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Everything will be fine |
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Waking up strong in the morning |
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Walking in a straight line |
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Lately I'm a desperate believer |
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Been walking in a straight line |
