| Traveling in space like a cosmonaut
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| Requesting signals or just signaling stop
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| I hold my breath, I feel that sound
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| Here it comes
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| Here it comes now
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| Head down
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| Burning up, I’m ready now
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| Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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| I already said it
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| Call back the medic
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| I’m sick of feeling copacetic
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| I pull it all together
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| Drag my tires through the mud
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| I’m picking through the pieces with my brain exploding
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| Swept the night away
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| Roll the car to safety
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| Made the xxx mistake
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| God and Jesus saves
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Xxxx these revolutionary days
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| The record of my time
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| Plays better in rewind
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| These unforgiving tired lines
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| Staring at me, migraine shit-eating
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| Crashing this point home now
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| Out of my mouth, totally controlled
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| Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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| I already said it
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| Send back the medic
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| I’m sick of feeling copacetic
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| I pull myself together
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| Drag my tires through the mud
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| I’m picking through the pieces with my brain exploding
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| Swept the night away
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| Roll the car to safety
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| Made the xxx mistake
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| God and Jesus saves
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| Another sweet and sickening thing
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| From my open mouth, full of cavities
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| The lazy morning sun will cast it’s light across my shadow
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| It’s all I got left: now it’s shit production
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| When all of this is taken from me
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| You can’t find me, sell me, beat me, break me
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| It’s all in my letter to the higher ups
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| Get fucked |