| I moontalk
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| XEROGI
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| Cold feet, dead body
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| Lift the lid up off the coffin
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| Phantom season is upon us
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| Soon enough you’re gonna want it
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| Blood-stained cigarette
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| Living like a silhouette
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| How do I get out of this?
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| God, how do I get out of this?
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| Cold feet, dead body
|
| Lift the lid up off the coffin
|
| Phantom season is upon us
|
| Soon enough you’re gonna want it
|
| Blood-stained cigarette
|
| Living like a silhouette
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| How do I get out of this?
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| God, how do I get out of this?
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| 608 back, my life perfectly intact
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| Though consistency I lack, intermittency a fact
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| I’m in pain, it’s inside my brain, nothing’s gonna change
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| I’ll remain, nothing to my name in a couple days
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| Somehow writing this I feel no fucking shame
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| Any other day I’d stop, delete, forget it all halfway
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| Lay down, go to sleep
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| Cold feet, dead body
|
| Lift the lid up off the coffin
|
| Phantom season is upon us
|
| Soon enough you’re gonna want it
|
| Blood-stained cigarette
|
| Living like a silhouette
|
| How do I get out of this?
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| God, how do I get out of this?
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| Fuck everything
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| Everybody a shadow of somebody else
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| Tryna make something out of this, still failing miserably
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| I lack the sympathy, I mean this literally
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| Why can’t you leave me be?
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| Oh, god, please, let me do my fucking thing
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| If you even exist, why the fuck’d you put me here to deal with this?
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| Cold feet, dead body
|
| Lift the lid up off the coffin
|
| Phantom season is upon us
|
| Soon enough you’re gonna want it
|
| Blood-stained cigarette
|
| Living like a silhouette
|
| How do I get out of this?
|
| God, how do I get out of this?
|
| Cold feet, dead body
|
| Lift the lid up off the coffin
|
| Phantom season is upon us
|
| Soon enough you’re gonna want it
|
| Blood-stained cigarette
|
| Living like a silhouette
|
| How do I get out of this?
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| God, how do I get out of this? |