| About a quarter to two
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| And all that you thought you knew
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| About the truth is old news
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| Wish i came with a kill switch
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| But i’m so energized; |
| I love the lies and questions
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| Like, «Who the hell am I?»
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| «Who the hell are you?»
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| «Who the hell am i?»
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| «How long must i wait?»
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| «What the hell am i?»
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| «What the hell are you?»
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| «What the hell am ?»
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| «How long must I wait?»
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| So I put my mind to the test
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| And now I’m on a quest to be the best
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| As I smolder
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| This is the way
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| To kill your wandering gaze
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| Your dizzy haze
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| You’re up in flames
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| Tonight we’ll light ourselves on fire in spite
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| Of all the good days we’ve never known
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| We’ll burn at the stake
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| And start to bake
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| So we can find the center of
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| The center of you
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| So burn, baby, burn
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| You’re so flammable
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| I want you to burn
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| Burn
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| Burn
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| Burn
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| Tonight, we’ll light ourselves afire in spite
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| Of all the good days we’ve never known
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| We’ll burn at the stake
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| And start to bake
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| So we can find the center of
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| The center of you |