| Last year, is a terrible place to live
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| Before that, is someplace ya go when you cannot forgive
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| Your own misguided attempt, at changing the world
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| Wake up in the dark you’re all covered in sweat
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| I ain’t much of a gambler but I’d be willing to bet
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| You’ve been chasing monsters
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| Looks like you’ve already been found…
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| You wear addiction like a second skin
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| Well this is one fight you never fought to win
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| Try as you might
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| You’re the only fool that still believes
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| Well I’m here with you
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| Chasing monsters with you
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| I still believe, so tell me
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| Where do they come from?
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| Where do they come from?
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| Well I’m here with you
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| Hunting monsters with you
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| I’ve got the big guns so tell me
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| Where do they come from?
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| Where do they come from?
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| The chime of a full glass, taste of the first pass
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| Aroma of butane laid out before you
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| Slit of a short skirt, a blade on a glass tray
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| Bliss of a raised vein, chained to the spoon again
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| The life of the party, centre of gravity
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| A shroud of mystery surrounds you
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| The smack of a freight train. |
| Crippling ghost pains
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| Cower and hide, mosters have found you again
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| Well I’m here with you
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| Chasing monsters with you
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| I still believe, so tell me
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| Where do they come from?
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| Where do they come from?
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| Well I’m here with you
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| Hunting monsters with you
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| I’ve got the big guns so tell me
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| Where do they come from?
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| Where do they come from? |