| Is this paradise?
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| A sliver crawling through your veins, will
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| Spill into the pool,
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| Across the crowd of hungry snakes, when you
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| Give the beat a chance,
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| Drawn out and quartered by the march, It’s
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| Just not worth a damn,
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| Unless you pull yourself apart
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| So we turn off, turn on,
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| Under the blurry white lines, tonight, In another life,
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| Turn off, turn on,
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| Pretend I’m feeling all right for now, I
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| Can’t feel myself, am I dead?
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| I think my heart stopped beating
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| Give me amnesty,
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| Deliver me from simple ways, I’m
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| On the jagged edge,
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| Ready to fall into the strange
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| So we turn off, turn on,
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| Under the blurry white lines, tonight, In another life,
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| Turn off, turn on,
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| Pretend I’m feeling all right for now, I
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| Can’t feel myself, am I dead?
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| I think my heart stopped beating |