| So, here I am again
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| Both of my eyes so, open wide and gleaming
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| Blank stares, with races running only an inch behind
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| Sit back and watch the pavement get closer as it aims for your face
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| As it aims for your face
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| So step back, let me take over
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| Step back, let me take over
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| Can you hear the silhouettes?
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| The slim and dark figures
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| Rising like giants out of the shadows
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| They’re crawling out
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| They’re crawling out of our skin
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| Here I am again
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| We build ourselves, where monsters used to hide
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| So step back, let me take over
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| So step back, let me take over
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| And we’re all whores, some of us just get paid
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| Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity
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| My feelings crawl the walls
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| They crawl the walls, and finally fall
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| They finally fall
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| Like empires and old loves
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| (So step back, let me take over.)
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| Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity
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| (So step back, let me take over.)
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| Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity
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| (So step back, let me take over.)
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| Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity
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| (So step back, let me take over.) |