| Getting harder to resist
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| I’m pulling powder from the walls
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| Guess we all have wicked friends
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| But it’s the piles and piles of pepper
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| On the shadows and the eyelids
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| It’s the blindness of my close friends
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| And the days and the days of nothing
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| It’s the days and the days of nothing
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| But it’s getting harder to come back from living
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| Lighter than a leaf
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| It’s getting harder to depend on me
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| Oh, but you leave me no choices, no body, no voices
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| You leave me no choice, I’m fucked and far away
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| You leave me no choices, no body, no voices
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| Don’t you know I left myself here
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| Don’t you know I left myself these
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| Piles and piles of pepper
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| On the shadows and the eyelids
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| It’s the blindness of my close friends
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| And the days and the days of nothing
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| But you leave me no choices, no body, no voices
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| You leave me no choice, I’m fucked and far away
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| You leave me no choices, no body, no voices
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| Don’t you know I left myself here
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| Don’t you know I left myself these
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| Days (and days) of nothing
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| These days (and days) of nothing
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| These days (and days) of nothing
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| These days (and days) of nothing |