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It's 'bout time to repent |
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Your life's been out of content |
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You wanna choke on oblate |
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Don't think about the long wait |
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You try to keep a good health |
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And make some sense with yourself |
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But still you feel so bizarre |
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To play this random guitar |
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You've got nothing to lose now |
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You've got nothing to lose |
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They say you don't comprehend |
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But still you'll fight to the end |
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You don't need a permit |
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All that you do is stay fit |
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You never search for answers |
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That would eat you like cancers |
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But still you feel so bizarre |
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To play this random guitar |
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You've got nothing to lose now |
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You've got nothing to lose |
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Your dependence |
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And fascination |
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Beacme the technology |
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That you were imprisoned by |
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You pull all kinds of tricks |
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Just anything for a fix |
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Spending time in your vault |
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Your own decision and fault |
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All the time you'll get layed |
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You feel saved |
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Still you feel so bizarre |
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Cuz you forgot who you are |
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You got nothing to lose now |
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You got nothing to lose |