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Cheap bed, in the red |
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Sleep the words out of your head |
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Cold floor, nice and raw |
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Eat the meat that's on the floor |
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High tide, some disguise |
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Loving makes the cream taste nice |
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New shore, final score |
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On fresh demand, I'm wanting more |
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This might not last too long |
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So always take it |
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This might not last too long |
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So take it |
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Reasons, reasons were here from the start |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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Reasons, reasons were part of the art |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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You cry, justify |
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But deep beneath the feelings lie |
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Photo, looking old |
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Memory makes the day feel cold |
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They've gone, sing your song |
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Walk the flow, ah, too slow |
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Post boom, second doom |
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Stealing cake to eat the moon |
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This might not last too long |
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So always take it |
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This might not last too long |
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So take it |
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Reasons, reasons were here from the start |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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Reasons, reasons were part of the art |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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It's my instinction, hey |
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Cheap bed, in the red |
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You cry, justify |
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Post boom, second doom |
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Stealing cake to eat the moon |
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Reasons, reasons were here from the start |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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Reasons, reasons were part of the art |
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It's my instinction, it's my instinction |
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It's my instinction, ohh |
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Stealing cake to eat the moon |
