| I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling
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| These broken nights and bitter ends
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| We would always starve and devour
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| Our closest friends my beautiful friends
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| Paranoia my paranoia
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| Can't let it go, it never lets me go
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| What am I feeling, why am I feeling
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| Forecast into the freezing cold
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| Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs
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| Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs
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| I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes
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| To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line
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| I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights
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| 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries
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| Your only hope is burning down the chapel
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| All getting washed out with the tide
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| We need to find some middle ground
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| It's always sex or suicide
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| Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs
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| Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs
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| I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes
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| To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line
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| I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights
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| 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries |