| The world is sick, I travel far
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| The world is sick
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| Laughs who sees strange styles
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| He who sees it laughs
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| I'm waiting for the train without a ticket
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| I run between invisible rails
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| I choose, I choose the runner
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| The needle runs under your arm or tongue
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| Oh yes, the needle is beautiful
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| The world is dying, I'm rushing far
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| The world is dying
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| I drink tea, my brain is numb
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| The poppy is steaming
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| I'm waiting for the train without a ticket
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| I run between invisible rails
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| I choose, I choose the runner
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| The drug spills in my throat
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| Oh yeah, I swallow everything if I have to
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| I'm waiting for the train without a ticket
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| I run between invisible rails
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| I choose, I choose the runner
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| The needle runs under your arm or tongue
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| Oh yes, the needle is beautiful
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| I'm waiting for the train without a ticket
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| I run between invisible rails
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| I choose, I choose the runner
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| The drug spills in my throat
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| Oh yeah, I swallow everything if I have to
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| I'll swallow everything if I have to
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| I'll swallow everything if I have to
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| I swallow everything if I have to… |