| When you take license go in for the kill
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| You open your throat and choke down a sweet pill
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| But as you will find the effects soon wear off
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| And find that there is no more room at the trough
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| Push back the thoughts try to keep them at bay
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| Saving them up for a much darker day
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| Taking my steps with a push from behind
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| No longer a slave to the grind
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| You can’t read the signs
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| Because you are blind
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| You just fell behind
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| You’re dead on the vine
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| Is time on your side and are you running free?
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| To get to the place that you wanted to be
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| Are you the man you were hoping to find?
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| Not long till you’re losing your mind
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| You can’t read the signs
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| Because you are blind
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| You just fell behind
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| You’re dead on the vine
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| You can’t read the signs
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| You just fell behind
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| You’re blurring the lines
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| You’re feeling just fine
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| Your dead on a vine
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| Your dead on a vine
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| Your dead on a vine
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| Your dead on a vine
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| Your dead on a vine |