| I hear voices when no one’s around
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| Silent voices that no one can see
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| I hear voices that don’t make a sound
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| The distant calling that calls out to me Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m rotting in your arms
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| Sometimes fables (?)
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| Are different than mine
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| They always come over when no one’s around
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| strangers (?) dark
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| They crawl in my face and won’t leave me alone
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| Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m burning through your skull
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I (?) light
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| I (?) side of my skull
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| When I (?) alone
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| Someone was laughing and pointing at me Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m rotting in your arms
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| (?) side of my head
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| The bullets are bright it’s kept in the dark
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| (?) side of my head
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| (?) millions of (?) shot in the dark
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| Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m rotting in your arms
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I hear voices when no one’s around
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| Silent voices that no one can see
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| I hear voices that don’t make a sound
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| The distant calling that calls out to me Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m rotting in your arms
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| Sometimes (?)
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| They (?)
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| When (?)
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| (?) dark
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| (?) and won’t leave me alone
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| Feels so nice and hopeless when I’m burning in your womb
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| In my head
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| In my head
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| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
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| In my head
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| In my head |