| I’m stuck in my conscience
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| She’s lying on the floor and telling me nonsense
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| I’m floating around now my stomach in nauseous
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| And I keep doing this until I’m unconscious
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| I’m caught up in my self-loathe
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| Mitchel where’s your cell phone? |
| Write this down
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| I’m geeking off these pills though
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| She can’t even tell so
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| Why stop now, why stop now?
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| Tell me if I can’t come down
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| Then why stop now?
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| Yeah, I’ve been doing this alone
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| They call it a problem but baby I already know
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| This shit is reliable, people they just come and go
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| Then she told me that I’m deeper than anybody that she knows
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| And damn that feels good babe
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| Life in the fast lane
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| You live then you die, babe
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| It’s life in a fast way
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| So why stop now, why stop now?
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| Tell me if I can’t come down
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| Then why stop now, why stop now?
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| I’m stuck in my conscience
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| She’s lying on the floor and telling me nonsense
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| I’m floating around now my stomach in nauseous
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| And I keep doing this until I’m unconscious
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| And damn it feels good babe
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| Life in the fast lane
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| You live then you die, babe
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| It’s life in the fast lane
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| So why stop now, why stop now?
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| Tell me if I can’t come down
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| Then why stop now?
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| Why stop now, why stop now?
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| Tell me if I can’t come down
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| Then why stop now?
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| Why stop now?
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| I’m stuck in my conscience
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| She’s lying on the floor and telling me nonsense
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| I’m floating around now my stomach in nauseous
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| And I keep doing this until I’m unconscious |