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I like the sound of the broken pieces |
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I like the lights that assign where she sits |
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We got machines but the kid's got Jesus |
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We like to move like we're off the name list |
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God can't hear you, they will fight you |
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Watch them build a friend just like you |
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Morning sickness, XYZ |
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Teenage girls with ESP |
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Give me the sound to see |
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Another world outside that's full of |
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All the broken things that I made |
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Just give me a life to bleed |
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Another world outside that's full of |
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All the awful things that I made |
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We like to dance but the dead go faster |
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Turn up the slam-pow barcode blaster |
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We want the cash or the junk you're after |
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Rise up control for the mixtape master |
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Self-correction, mass dissection |
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That's why brats are in detention |
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Morning sickness, XYZ |
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Boys with bombs in NMA |
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Compliancy, special casings |
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Photographs that I'm erasing |
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Phono slots with pixel screams |
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Girls with guns on LSD |
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Self-infraction, mass destruction |
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Programmed for the final function |
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Lab rat king, rescue team |
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Save me from the next life |
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Give me the sound to see |
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Another world outside that's full of |
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All the broken things that I made |
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Just give me a life to bleed |
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Another world outside that's full of |
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All the awful things that I made |
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Cause we are the last disease |
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Another broken life that's full of |
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All the awful things that I made |
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And we got the eyes to see |
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Another broken life that's full of |
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All the awful things that I made |
