| There’s always drooling zombies
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| Or at least one dick
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| I’m having trouble focusing
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| Cause all I see in front of me is
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| You when we’re finally alone
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| He was the bone king
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| Dead to all the world
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| Maybe dead’s like being
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| Really high without the low
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| But I enjoy the hangovers here
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| I could see them on the flip-side of a molecule
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| But I have all the energy I can take for now
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| Holy floating
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| We’re holy floating
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| Holy floating
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| Holy shit, I think I’d rather be on the ground than flying
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| We’re still fucking up in a healthy way for now
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| How dare you save my life
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| Then try to break my heart
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| You make alone so goddamn lonely
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| Makes me want to fall in love with
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| Everything and float above the ground
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| These days I do the same thing
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| Commit the same damn crime
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| If I’m not feeling out the flipside
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| Maybe I’m supposed to be here
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| Maybe you’re supposed to be here too
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| I could see them on the flip-side of a molecule
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| But I have all the energy I can take for now
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| Holy floating
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| We’re holy floating
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| Holy floating
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| Holy shit, I think I’d rather be on the ground than flying
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| We’re still fucking up in a healthy way for now
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| And my feet don’t touch the ground |