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I don't know anybody at first |
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It's pitching my thoughts on both channels |
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Let me access sex |
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Visions are wild it's endless |
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My destination devices are switching |
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From this place to another case |
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We drag bodies worth nothing at all |
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But they still remain our useful toys |
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Yeah... |
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Then, hanging on to many of those faces |
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Strange perspectives |
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But those holy water drinkers |
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What they call faith |
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I call it nothingness |
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(Chorus:) |
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It takes me somewhere |
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Every time I fail |
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I never know what's in my brain |
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Somewhere |
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Every time I fail |
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I never know what's in my brain |
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I'm witnessing my own perversion |
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While rambling over this perpetual void |
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I cannot stand myself |
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I am my own intruder |
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Recalling myself into question |
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I'm telling you it's optional |
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You're just holy water drinkers |
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What you call faith |
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I call it nothingness |
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(Chorus) |
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My brain |
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My brain |
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one, two, three, Oooh! |
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In my brain |
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In my brain, Oooh! |
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Chorus 2x |
