| You showed up haunted with a fist full of dynamite
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| Curated provocateur
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| The funny thing about a life so civilized
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| Is when the lines start to blur
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| Deliver me
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| From all my needs
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| Those bitter words that taste so sweet
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| Delusional
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| Until we fold
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| Buried under the weight of the world
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| Full disclosure, bass intensifies
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| If you hold composure, lockstep, synchronized, goes offline
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| And I don’t want to get caught in the middle
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| And God only knows who’s to blame
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| But it starts with a spark and it ends with a bang
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| Deliver me from all my needs
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| Those bitter words that taste so sweet
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| Delusional, until we fold
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| Buried under the weight of the world
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| Deliver me from all my needs
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| Those bitter words that taste so sweet
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| Delusional, until we fold
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| Buried under the weight of the world
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| (Buried under the weight of the world)
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| (Buried under the weight of the wo-)
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| You showed up haunted with a fist full of dynamite
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| Curated provocateur
|
| The funny thing about a life so civilized
|
| Is when the lines start to blur
|
| Deliver me from all my needs
|
| Those bitter words that taste so sweet
|
| Delusional, until we fold
|
| Buried under the weight of the world
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| Deliver me from all my needs
|
| Those bitter words that taste so sweet
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| Delusional, until we fold
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| Buried under the weight of the world |