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Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! |
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You're all alone in the pack |
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You feel like you want to go home |
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You feel fist, but you keep on going |
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The reason is there |
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You won't find it 'till you been and gone |
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Because you're living in your hopes |
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Someone's got you... |
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Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! |
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Tell your brain: "seek inspiration" |
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You appear illusion |
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Then you fall into transfer |
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Transform machine |
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To play with your hands |
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So you can stand back and watch |
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Take past and burn |
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Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! |
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If you don't know the game |
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Then your still part of it |
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Because out on the street its strange to show |
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Knowing full well that you're on the range |
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Dodge the bullets, or carry the gun... |
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The choice is yours |
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Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche! |
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Look at the controller, |
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A natzi with a social degree, |
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A middle class hero with your eyes on me, |
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You feast on masturbation, |
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Preach yes to the nuns you f**k, |
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You would wipe out semantics if you had a chance, |
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Jesus would like it noooww! |
