| Asleep in the half light
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| Breathing too deep to hear the swell
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| Penetrating the quicksand
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| You’ve come to break my quarantine
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| I guess I’m awake now
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| A second to process the sounds of your screams
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| Let me just put some clothes on
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| I need all I can get when I’m stripped bare
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| Because I am not to blame
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| You can’t get enough of my shame
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| You’re always ready to fight
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| It’s like you’re ready to die
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| For all the reasons wrong enough for two
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| It’s always search and destroy
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| With all your weapons deployed
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| But with only baggage in the clip
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| And oh my god what an endless supply
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| Of am-mu-ni-tion
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| Please cooperate
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| A stuttering eye and I’m under siege
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| Graduation is fleeting
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| The cloud overhead has a shape that I can match
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| Good morning opposition
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| Round 2 begins when you’re back from the brink
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| Because when seething from within like you are
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| I can imagine the hours you spend getting sick
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| You’re always ready to fight
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| It’s like you’re ready to die
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| For all the reasons wrong enough for two
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| It’s always search and destroy
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| With all your weapons deployed
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| But with only baggage in the clip
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| And oh my god what an endless supply
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| Of am-mu-ni-tion
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| Count to ten
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| On 50 fingers
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| Penalty fists
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| Engage my retreat |