| Go!
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| Alright!
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| We walk it straight and narrow
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| We take this path straight to hell
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| We want a quick solution
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| We put ourselves inside a pill
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| Damnation, salvation can’t see a difference anyway
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| We get so medicated that we don’t even care
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| We’ve got to be put to rest
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| After we’re born to death
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| You see I just met you
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| And now I’m trying to forget you
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| I get so disconnected
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| I lose my love everyday
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| I lose it on the street and
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| Freak out, well and I don’t know what to say
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| I don’t know, I don’t know what to say
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| I don’t know where to begin
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| I know I don’t belong (out of the law)
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| We’ve got to be put to rest
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| After we’re born too death
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| Gravity makes a sound
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| Pills mean, so get ill, get infected
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| No sweat just give us injections
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| You feel sentimental
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| Deleted memory nothing special
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| You see I just met you
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| And now I’m trying to forget you
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| Fuck you, I’m temperamental
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| Self defense is fundamental
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel alright
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| We fight to feel, we fight! |