| Imagination’s running wild
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| As I run through the street
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| They call me a reckless creep
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| Because I’ve never heard of sleep
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| They chant our names when we walk in
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| Oh shit, the drugs are kicking in
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| 'Cause this is the night and I am the king
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| Hang with me and mine
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| You ain’t got the style
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| I don’t give a shit, so fucking deal with it
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| When I see a door, I got to kick it in
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| The alcohol makes the ceiling spin
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| The writing on the wall feels sickening
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| Life or death, it’s all so paper thin
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| Will this be the end of me?
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| I can’t let go, I’m in control
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| Can’t you see the devil is me?
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| I need to be free
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| No correlation between my thoughts
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| As I see my nose bleed
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| They call me a wicked beast
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| Because I never cease to feast
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| They scream our names when we walk up
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| Oh shit, it’s time to rock 'n' roll
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| 'Cause this is the stage and I’m in control
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| I can’t let go, I’m in control
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| Can’t you see the devil is me?
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| I need to be free
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| Imagination’s running wild
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| As I run through the street
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| They call me a reckless creep
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| Because I never fucking sleep |