| You know I sometimes face the questions
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| Silently caressing my mind
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| I’m out of things to speak about
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| Hey, mister super f*ck in drag
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| My brother manic sonic
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| I’m full of shit just bring it on
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| Can’t find a way to communicate
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| Our systems are obsolete
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| Rhythms from the clock that’s hiding
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| This worldwide striking defame
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| I’ll try to hide from myself but not from me
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| Misshape and chaos of well shaped forms
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| Things that are worth thinking about
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| Waste my time, cause I can’t let it out
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| This is when my motor stands still
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| The fragile bliss of a worn out kiss
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| Feast the frantic mind of a dismal time
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| Rhythms from the clock that’s hiding
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| This worldwide striking defame
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| I’ll try to hide from myself but not from me
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| Misshape and chaos of well shaped forms
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| Sad to say, some suns are fading away
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| While my life just slips away
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| Why I’m the one to blame
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| Come with me to the corner of shame
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| Rhythms from the clock that’s hiding
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| This worldwide striking defame
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| I’ll try to hide from myself but not from me
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| Misshape and chaos of well shaped forms |