| We like pimpin' deeds
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| Inside a mind
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| Dark is already
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| Ready in your mind
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| Maul, die, back to a myth
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| Facts in it robs
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| Sketch out, you’ll happen
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| Inside a mind
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| Nothing ever happens
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| When you’ve got the weakest half of every push, pull
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| No one needs a reason then
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| Even if we need them
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| They can have our eyes
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| But only if they need them
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| No one needs another visual
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| Welcome to the feast
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| Entry is free
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| Can you taste the beef?
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| That’s outta line
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| Breathin', in, out, rest
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| Ocean is wide
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| Well is runnin' dry
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| So we are told
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| Nothin' put to rest
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| With all your might
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| We’ll all fail the test
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| Without a sigh
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| Nothing really happens
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| When you’ve got the weakest half of every push, pull
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| No one needs a reason then
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| Even if we need them
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| They can have our eyes
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| But only if they need them
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| No one needs another visual
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| Through our fire
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| To the eye
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| Nothing ever happens
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| When you’ve got the weakest half of every push, pull
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| No one needs a reason then
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| Even if we need them
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| They can have our eyes
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| But only if they need them
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| No one needs another visual
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| Through our fire
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| To the eye
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| Through our fire
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| To the eye |