| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no…
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| No…
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| No…
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| No…
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| No…
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| This air is too thick to breathe,
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| so just drive.
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| These eyes are too sick to see;
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| don’t leave me behind.
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| There’s something swimming in my blood,
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| something’s rotting in my brain.
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| Limbs smothered from the flood,
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| I can’t recognize your face.
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| I need to leave,
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| so just drive.
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| Burning lights on the street,
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| fight--fighting the gravity.
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| When I’m beat and defeated,
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| they’ll take you away from me.
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| Dead and lost in a dream,
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| this--this is the last of me.
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| I’m always fighting the gravity.
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| Tonight is too much for me to get through.
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| Tomorrow’s just a darkened hall to an empty room,
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| when I’m far away from you.
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| Burning lights on the street,
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| fight--fighting the gravity.
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| When I’m beat and defeated,
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| they’ll take you away from me.
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| Dead and lost in a dream,
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| this--this is the last of me.
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| I’m always fighting the gravity.
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| I’m always fighting the gravity.
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| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no sense.
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| This makes no…
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| No…
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| No…
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| No…
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| No… |