| Open window, the techno lingo
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| Circles flashing 'round you-u-u-u, you kicked them
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| Do you climb into something that you don’t know
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| Fitting twice as much mesmerises you-u-u-u
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| Some Quasimodo snaps a photo, and sketchy evidence
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| Might have misconstrued you-u-u-u
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| You never were the victim, I’m sure you know
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| You never were the victim, I’m sure you know
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| Never thinking, what you’re drinking
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| The drink is choking on you-u-u-u the victim
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| And girls are breaking, see you awaken
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| And your antennae is extending her own visual like you tricked 'em
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| Bad bone, swagger and nesting, non-stop
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| 'til the dud of the bottle hits the ground
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| Mothers sinking, hear them thinking
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| The choice is evident, you-u-u you picked 'em
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| You never were the victim, I’m sure you know
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| You never were the victim, I’m sure you know
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| I’m sure you know
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| I’m sure you know
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| I’m sure you know |