| I won’t let you die off
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| Like a suicidal battery
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| Colored black in the back of a Friday the Thirteenth
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| Neon sign, dripping poison red, come on!
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| In fact, the facts are black and white
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| Stacked and used against us all
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| Yeah, lacks a sense so uncommon
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| A difference in opinion that’s begging to be forgotten (oh, oh)
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| ‘Cause it’s rotten
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| Transaction unsatisfactory (oh)
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Compassion, an empty battery
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| They’re making sad machines (oh, oh)
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| Then they turn eighteen
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Transaction unsatisfactory
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| I won’t let you die off
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| This isn’t that holiday feeling at all
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| Put away decorations, ugh
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| Relax on a meditation
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| Medication stacked
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| In fact, it’s black and white
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| Stacked and used against us all
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| It’s an abomination revelation
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| Evolution, revolution
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| Transaction unsatisfactory (oh, oh, oh)
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Compassion, an empty battery
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| They’re making sad machines (oh, oh)
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| Then they turn eighteen
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Transaction unsatisfactory
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| Oh, (oh) oh
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| Oh, (oh) oh
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| Transaction unsatisfactory (oh, oh, oh)
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Compassion, an empty battery
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| They’re making sad machines (oh, oh)
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| Then they turn eighteen
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| (‘Cause it’s rotten)
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| Transaction unsatisfactory
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| Turning the light into something I can bend (oh, oh)
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| Into something just to find out that it’s worthless in the end
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| Turning the light into something I can bend (oh, oh)
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| Into something just to find out that it’s worthless in the end |