| Black top, red drop, where are you?
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| I am the stepson of love and death
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| I lay my face before you
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| Got nothing left
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| Not getting through
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| I thought I knew the way you felt
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| The way you…
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| Oh, what a shame to find
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| This son of mine belongs to someone else
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| Belongs to someone else
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| White noise in lines around me
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| Every vice, I’ll be losing track
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| I let your dark surround me
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| Get nothing, get nothing back
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| Not getting through
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| I thought I knew the way you felt
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| The way you…
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| Oh, what a shame to find
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| This son of mine belongs to someone else
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| Belongs to someone else
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| Is there something wrong?
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| What could I be?
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| I hope the one, he looks like me
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| Not getting through
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| I thought I knew the way you felt
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| The way you…
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| Oh, what a shame to find
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| This son of mine belongs to someone else
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| Someone else
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| Someone else
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| Someone else
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| Belongs to
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| Someone else
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| Someone else
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| Belongs to
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| Someone else
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| Someone else |