| What lies we tell ourselves
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| Behind the blue motel
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| Out on the frontage road
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| Down by the interstate
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| We open up our sores
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| We cauterize ourselves
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| Behind the blue motel
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| Down by the interstate
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| Satisfied, full of pride
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| We become what we defied
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| Satisfied, comatose
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| We become what we fear most
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| What lies we tell ourselves
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| We open up our sores
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| We cauterize ourselves
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| Behind the blue motel
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| Like the insect in the hive
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| Like the richest junkie still alive
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| Satisfied, full of pride
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| We become what we deny
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| Satisfied, cast aside
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| The solar lodge has hit its stride
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| (Softcore kickstand honey at the source
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| Softcore kickstand honey at the source
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| He came out of nowhere
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| You could hardly see him
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| He came out of nowhere
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| You could hardly see him
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| Softcore kickstand honey at the source
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| Softcore kickstand honey at the source
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| He came out of nowhere
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| Always a friend of the victim
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| At the slaughter of the innocents
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| The slaughter of the innocents…
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| Always a friend of the victim) |