| «I confess, more or less,
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| I’m not impressed, by your distress.
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| After thinking, after failing,
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| I am need of something less.
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| Just… one… word… spoken…
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| I… must… die… broken.
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh, stop me when you hear me choking)
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh, stop me when you hear me choking)
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| Wide open spectrum, more fake space,
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| take a look at what is written on my face,
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| hollow me out then turn me over,
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| I make my decisions for you to endure.
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| Just… one… word… spoken…
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| I… must… die… broken…
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| (point me in the right direction, point me in the right direction)
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh, stop me when you hear me choking)
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh, stop me when you hear me choking)
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| (oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh)
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| (stop me when you hear my chocking)
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh)
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| Connection 17, Connection 17 (oh-oh, stop me when you hear me choking)" |