| My head is spinning in a dark room
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| You caught me staring at the ceiling
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| This is the setting of the seasons
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| I’ll use the cross-eyed thoughts to
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| Excuse myself, amuse myself
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| And loose myself until we come back down
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| To prove that hell is where my heart’s been
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| Run in circles 'til we come back down
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
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| You’re my baby take a back seat
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| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
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| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
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| You’re my baby take a back seat
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| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
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| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| I’m falling down your stairwell
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| Eyes are closing if you can’t tell
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| Me the rhyme in all your reasons
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| Cause it’s the setting of the seasons
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| So excuse yourself, amuse yourself
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| And lose yourself until we come back down
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| To prove that hell is where your hearts' been
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| Run in circles 'til we come back down
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
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| You’re my baby take a back seat
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| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
|
| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
|
| You’re my baby take a back seat
|
| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
|
| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| It’s in the bedroom, in the basement
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| From your head down to your heart
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| Every flame that you spark
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| In the light and in the dark
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| Makes a mark that they see
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| No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe
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| And the thoughts that we think
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
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| You’re my baby take a back seat
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| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
|
| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| Collaboration
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| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
|
| You’re my baby take a back seat
|
| Hard drugs, fake love; |
| it’s a sensation
|
| Makes one hell of a collaboration
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| Collaboration
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| Makes one hell of a collaboration |