| To the deep end, to the hard line
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| Hold this trick together, men
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| Hold this trick together if you can
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| Little fevers wrapped in dedication
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| All strung out on novelty
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| Collapse yourself and try to comprehend
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| An angry island, a bitter bee sting
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| Severing each artery
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| Free the self and fix the in-between
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| It’s isolation
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| Mark the earth around you
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| Guess who’s on the waiting list?
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| I’ll let you in on something secret
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| I can disappear
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| Anytime I want to, time I feel you
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| Shuffle through my skin
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| I am with you 'til the end
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| First, you breathe out
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| Then, you have to breathe in
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| Lash yourself repeatedly
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| Until it sticks, until — it — sticks
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| Under the eyelids, carry on cadaver
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| Festering interiors
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| All hollow breach and vapor silhouette
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| Need medication, more medication
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| Coursing through your interstates
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| All matter gray, confused and counterfeit
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| Kamikaze, sear the blood inside me
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| Guess who’s got it figured out?
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| I’ll let you in on something secret
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| I can disappear
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| Anytime I want to, time I feel you
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| Shovel through my skin
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| I am with you 'til the end
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| And I can decompose
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| When it suits me, I accelerate it
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| Wicked on all fours
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| I surrender to the storm
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| You’ll never know how it feels
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| You’ll never know how it feels
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| I can disappear
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| Anytime I want to, time I feel you
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| Shovel through my skin
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| I am with you 'til the end
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| I can decompose
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| When it suits me, I accelerate it
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| Wicked on all fours
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| I surrender to the storm
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| And I can disappear
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| Anytime I want to, time I feel you
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| Shovel through my skin
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| I am with you 'til the end
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| I’m with you 'til the end |