| Crippled by the call into complete decay
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| An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste
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| Overrated, she’s not faking
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| Idiots collect to run a losing pace
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| And I can’t run fast enough to beat you in a simple way
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| And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day
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| The lazy voice is making noise
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| The reasons clad in vocal shrapnel
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| Settle in the call to mark the minutes by
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| A minute’s thick enough to last a long, long while
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| Overrated, she’s not faking
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| Frozen into place, one million hateful smiles
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| And I can’t run fast enough to beat you in a simple way
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| And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day
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| The lazy voice is making noise
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| The reasons credit vocal shrapnel
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| I can’t run fast enough to beat you in a simple way
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| I can’t run fast enough to beat you in a simple way |