| Brother we stick together
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| We fall apart
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| While we haunt these hollow halls
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| Inside her fathers residence
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| Empty heads fill crowded rooms
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| I can hear my own spine crack
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| I keep my collar up and wear a lions mask
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| I feel their stares they violate me
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| Bodies pile in suffocating
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| Firewalk the coals there’s no turning back once you’re gone
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| Meet by the back door run for our social lives
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| Sell your soul
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| Revive
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| I’m alive
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| Now were faster than fashion when fascism’s in
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| And its never out of style…
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| Xeroxicide
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| You smell like sex and cigarettes
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| This moment is a blur
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| Everyone hold down your favorite girl
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| I feel their stares they violate me
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| Bodies pile in suffocating
|
| Firewalk the coals there’s no turning back once you’re gone
|
| Meet by the back door run for our social lives
|
| Sell your soul
|
| Revive
|
| I’m alive
|
| Now were faster than fashion when fascism’s in
|
| And its never out of style…
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| Xeroxicide
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| Brother we stick together
|
| We fall apart
|
| While we haunt these hollow…
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| Brother we stick together
|
| We fall apart…
|
| Meet by the back door run for our social lives
|
| Sell your soul
|
| Revive
|
| I’m alive
|
| Now were faster than fashion when fascism’s in
|
| And its never out of style…
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| Xeroxicide
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| Xeroxicide
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| Xeroxicide |