| Head trip on the scene again
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| Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed
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| Head back, obsolete
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| Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today
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| You got it, intrusive
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| Erratic, elusive
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| Your heart aches, infliction
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| Sporadic in an aging contradiction
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| I have a dream, it’s them and not me
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| You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
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| Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
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| You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
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| You’ve got your hands around my throat
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| You’ve got your eyes inside my back
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| You lied, you lied, oh
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| Head spun by a thousand spiders
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| Sucked into their late night infomercials
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| Rolled back with every beat
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| Bound to the bond of a greater feature feat
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| You got it, intrusive
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| Erratic, elusive
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| Your heart aches, infliction
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| Sporadic in an aging contradiction
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| I have a dream, it’s them and not me
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| You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
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| Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
|
| You lied, you lied, you lied, oh
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| You’ve got your hands around my throat
|
| You’ve got your eyes inside my back
|
| You lied, you lied, oh
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| I have a dream, it’s them and not me
|
| You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
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| Sugar my life, sweeten my tea, oh
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| You’ve got your hands around my throat
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| You’ve got your eyes inside my back
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| You lied, you lied, oh |