| It’s like Cream but not the Wu so you don’t know what to do
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| She’s like a witch of trouble in electric blue
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| And if you don’t watch out she’ll get to you
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| Piercing through emotional armor like when you do voodoo
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| She sits on her throne of lost souls
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| My thoughts roam the coast of insanity in schoals
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| I brag and boast but I will never ever get to her, no hope
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| Deep in my mind’s the cure for the illness waiting in the shadows
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| I used to be afraid, living on a razor blade
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| Came toe to toe with nemesis it left my mind unscathed
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| All I wanted was to bathe in the rays of eternity
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| All of the sudden wasn’t one thing bothering me
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| That was when she materialized line after line
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| The past became the high time
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| I remember pushing forward breaking out of confines
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| But I never knew the truth in her sighs
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| After her theft one is left with piles of ash
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| She got me good, my life was in tatters and rags
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| Too many intentions to mention thrashed
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| Suffocated in those plastic bags at last yeahh
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| Meanwhile fools run high and low she smiles cruelly hosts
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| Imaginary shows the voice of solitude bellows
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| She’s not my type why I want her every night no one knows
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| I unfocus loose sight of the material forget the spiritual
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| My mind is in a black hole no way out some would say I chose
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| Consciously obviously not
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| I didn’t deliberately get caught in her plots and what not
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| Reefr Kid and Kuri closin' up |