| The whole world is an ocean, here to suck you down
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| The whole world is an ocean, laughing while you drown
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| Fascinates, but I don’t want to know
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| What sickness makes those feelings grow
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| Inside your ugly mind, (?) but twisted vines
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| Somewhere in the garden of your head
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| The flowers brittle, brown and dead
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| They’re stared and chocked to death
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| Overdosed and out of breathe, again
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| Again, I’m stoned to death again
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| Again, I’m stoned to death again
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| Drowning in your ocean, I was wrapped up in your sea
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| A thousand years of emptiness was staring, crashing into me
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| Fascinates, but I don’t want to know
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| What sickness makes those feeling’s grow
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| Inside your ugly mind, (?) twisted vines
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| Somewhere in the garden of your head
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| The flowers brittle, brown and dead
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| They’re young and slipped to death
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| Overdosed but I don’t breathe
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| Again, I’m stoned to death again
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| Again, I’m stoned to death again |