| We lie cold
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| Dam up the river we can go slow
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| We don’t wanna know
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| Dull down our senses
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| Become numb
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| We take our time ignoring all the signs
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| Living in fear of our lies
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| Never bad enough to break it or good enough to feel right
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| Been in overtime half our lives
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| Under indecision
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| We become so dependent
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| On the rush of the moment
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| Sanitize my head
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| Death murders everything in sight
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| Beneath the rip in the wind, the pillar push you aside (Head)
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| If I make way, I can taste your sigh
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| Just like the cannibal amp, it knows sound is size (Whoa-oh)
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| «Push me to the brink,» I said
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| Well, that bitch is a creep, it tried to know what I think (Oh)
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| To breathe out passion or suck in fate
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| You think the world was made
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| To wield your weight and bleed out?
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| Am I the reason that you can’t look past your future self?
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| Got me believing you been stuck and glued in frequent doubt
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| I know the feeling 'cause I can’t keep my mind open now
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| Oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
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| Make up your mind, we’re running out of time
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| Doubt is failure by design
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| I’m burning up, can only take so much
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| I know you can feel it, it’s catching up
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| It’s getting too heavy for both of us
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| We lie cold
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| Dam up the river, we can go slow
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| We don’t wanna know
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| Dull down our senses
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| Become numb
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| Mirin myself all by myself
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| Feel the caress so sweet, done by my hand
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| Polishing this frame of mind, jacked it up an ax to grind
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| Duck 'n dodge, stay unaligned, my recognition face
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| Some get withered, some get fried
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| I know we talked about the shit we did each time
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| Polishing this frame of mind, jacked it up an ax to grind
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| Duck 'n dodge, stay unaligned, my recognition face
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| Am I the reason that you can’t look past your future self?
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| Got me believing you been stuck and glued in frequent doubt
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| I know the feeling 'cause I can’t keep my mind open now
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| Oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
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| Am I the reason that you can’t look past your future self?
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| Got me believing you been stuck and glued in frequent doubt
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| I know the feeling 'cause I can’t keep my mind open now
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| Oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh |