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hallucinate in high fidelity |
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the pieces of a plan |
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construction of the highest quality |
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the blood from my own hand |
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a line of lyric looping in my head |
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nobody listening |
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it doesn't really matter any more |
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yes, it doesn't mean a thing |
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i've gotta let go |
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i've gotta get straight |
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why'd you have to make it so hard? |
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let me get away |
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an effigy, so wondrous to behold |
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a statement so profound |
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a place to bury everything i did |
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and burn it to the ground |
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the fire illuminates the final scene |
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the past repeats itself |
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i cannot tell the difference anymore |
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i cannot trust my self |
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i've gotta let go |
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i've gotta get straight |
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why'd you have to make it so hard? |
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let me get away |
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i've gotta let go |
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i've gotta get straight |
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why'd you have to make it so hard? |
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let me get away |
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i think i could lose myself in here |
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i think i could lose myself in here |
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i think i could lose myself in here |
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i think i could lose myself in here |
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i've gotta let go |
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i've gotta get straight |
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why'd you have to make it so hard? |
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let me get away |
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got to let it go |
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find another way |
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why'd you have to make it so hard? |
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let me get away |
