| Nothing is real
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| I know this cause I made a deal
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| With the devil
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| He told me that I was just wasting my time on the moon
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| So I flew to the sun
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| Lost track of my soul on the run
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| Suffering 12 degree burns
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| I learned that the sun was no fun
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| So I went back to earth
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| Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt
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| Honestly, gravity sees me as a liability
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| So I held my breath
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| Til my soul left my body for dead
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| I ripped through the clouds
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| To talk with the man in the sky
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| I said
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| «Take this for what it is
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| I think you’re a tad bit prejudice
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| Against the ones like us that are searching for the answers»
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| He said
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| «Kid you don’t know shit
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| You should go back home and live
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| In that quiet little town you left behind»
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| I’m coming home
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| Don’t you cry (don't you cry)
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| I’m coming home
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| Just in time (just in time)
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| I am a fake
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| A constant go-getter of fate
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| I lost track of time
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| I carried my mind on a plate
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| I seasoned it well
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| With acid and M.D.M.A.
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| Then I howled at the moon
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| Til the sun burnt out both of my eyes
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| So I checked my pulse
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| Standing there white as a ghost
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| I lacked a complexion
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| And stabbed my reflection 12 times
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| So I held my breath
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| Til my soul left my body for dead
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| I ripped through the clouds
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| To talk with the man in the sky
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| I said
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| «Take this for what it is
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| I think you’re a tad bit prejudice
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| Against the ones like us that are searching for the answers»
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| He said
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| «Kid you don’t know shit
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| You should go back home and live
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| In that quiet little town you left behind»
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| I’m coming home
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| Don’t you cry (don't you cry)
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| I’m coming home
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| Just in time (just in time)
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| I don’t know what I’ve been told
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| I will sell my soul
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| To rock and roll
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| I don’t know where to go
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| I have lost control
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| Oh, no
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| I don’t know what I’ve been told
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| I will sell my soul
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| To rock and roll
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| I don’t know where to go
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| I have lost control
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| Oh, no
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| I don’t know what I’ve been told
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| I will sell my soul
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| To rock and roll
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| I don’t know where to go
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| I have lost control
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| Oh, no
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| I don’t know what I’ve been told
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| I will sell my soul
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| To rock and roll
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| I don’t know where to go
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| I have lost control
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| Oh, no |