| We are blurred out silhouettes
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| But we- like snares
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| It’s a blasé troll
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| And it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes…
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| And I can spit stampedes
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| Split the eardrums of Moses
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| We’re all handsome clones
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| And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go, and we go…
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| Too many walk out to sea
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| Too many won’t get to see the world, now
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| Too many walk out to sea…
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| The lord made you a liar
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| He won’t make you a man
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| I could cut a line between
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| Logic and you
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| Throw your hands up if you’re tired!
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| If your God’s kinda given up
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| I could cut the nerve between
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| Magick and you
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| (Fire it up…)
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| I’m a block-chained memory
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| And I’ll and curl
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| Into a glacé hole
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| I just go, and I go, and I go, and I go
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| Were you high on gasoline?
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| Burnt the school cos you’re lonely?
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| I’m a black-white knight
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| And I’ll burn, and i’ll burn, and i’ll burn, and i’ll burn…
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| Too many walk out to sea
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| Too many won’t get to see the world, now
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| Too many walk out to sea…
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| The lord made you a liar
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| He won’t make you a man
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| I could cut a line between
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| Logic and you
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| Throw your hands up if you’re tired!
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| If your God’s kinda given up
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| I could cut the nerve between
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| Magick and you |