| When the doctor is wrong
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| With the twisting of the skin
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| It’s been running for too long
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| To let someone else in
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| And she’d love to be lost
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| She’d love to be alone
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| She’d love to be alone
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| Back to hysterical
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| Long live the chemicals
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| Hold on for a whirlwind miracle
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| Breathe your open lungs until
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| The darkness breaths your head
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| Snap into lyrics
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| My God it’s pitiful
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| Don’t fuck with what’s only physical
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| Smile your rotten teeth because
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| The world is full of dread
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| Somehow it’s so exciting
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| Once more her eyes will shut this down
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| Slow down, slow down
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| But she’s calling it slow
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| With her hands in the sink
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| Where she’s washing the blood
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| To wipe the slate so clean
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| And a magical tone
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| Is used to break the wire
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| Is used to break the wire
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| Back to hysterical
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| Long live the chemicals
|
| Hold on for a whirlwind miracle
|
| Breathe your open lungs until
|
| The darkness breaths your head
|
| Snap into lyrics
|
| My God it’s pitiful
|
| Don’t fuck with what’s only physical
|
| Smile your rotten teeth because
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| The world is full of dread
|
| Somehow it’s so exciting
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| Once more her eyes will shut this down
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| Slow down, slow down |