| Melancholy, melancholy life
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| Mouse will turn into man
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| (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
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| Running out of time
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| He’ll run as fast as he can
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| Please spare the children
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| Please don’t take their lives
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| One man on the fringe of greatness
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| Impeded by his own design
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| He’s disarmed from a broken promise
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| He’s disarmed (x2)
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| A little black cat ran in front of your car
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| A little superstition always goes too far
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| (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
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| Running out of time
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| Like a coward with no vertebrae
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| I find this nearest exit and attempt to flee
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Is it really victimless
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| If I’m the one with blood on my hands?
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| (Kill the mad machine, mad machine)
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| One too many murder dwellings
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| Banished to the back of my head
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Face me, I beg you, please (x2)
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| You’re almost seventeen (x2)
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| It’s not too late for me (x2)
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| To give up on my dreams
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| My dreams (x2) will be waiting
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| One man on the fringe of greatness
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| Impeded by his own design
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| He’s disarmed from a broken promise
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| He’s disarmed (x2)
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| Your insomnia is as fake as they come
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| You’re not a dark poet;
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| You don’t deserve to be loved
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| (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
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| Running out of time
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| Put your clothes back on
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| And get your legs off mine
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| I don’t want to grow old
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| And you’re a waste of my time
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Is it really victimless
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| If I’m the one with blood on my hands?
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| (Kill the mad machine, mad machine)
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| One too many murder dwellings
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| Banished to the back of my head
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Face me, I beg you, please (x2)
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| You’re almost seventeen (x2)
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| It’s not too late for me (x2)
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| To give up on my dreams
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| My dreams (x2) will be waiting
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| Love, it unfurls and creeps up on us (Kill the mad machine we fed.
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| Kill it dead)
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| Kill the mad machine (Kill the mad machine we fed. Kill it dead)
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| Kill the mad machine we fed
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| Kill it dead
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| Face me, I beg you, please (x2) (Kill the mad machine we fed. Kill it dead)
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| You’re almost seventeen (x2) (Kill the mad machine we fed. Kill it dead)
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| It’s not too late for me (x2) (Kill the mad machine we fed. Kill it dead)
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| To give up on my dreams (Kill the mad machine we fed. Kill it dead)
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| My dreams (x2) will be waiting
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| Kill the mad machine we fed |