| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| Barely in the twentieth century
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| Getting up from my bed, morbid zen scene
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| Attitude jeans, whiskey, laziness: classic portrait
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| I love it
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| My triple-locked block, brain locked
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| A gray morning, a sweet morning, she softens me, she tastes good and I was told
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| we make it all up
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| (Dzzz)
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| I bug
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| Or am I bitten?
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| People walk determined sidewalks
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| Already on it's too late it's over
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| I have to come out unscathed
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| Run Away
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| Life carries me or leads me but I'm so sick that I'm wrong
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| stands or crutches
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| From a distance I show myself a little strong and I investigate
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| We were two, ten
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| Barely on the twentieth floor
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| Got out of my bed it's zen orbit
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| Destroyed, that's their goal
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| Take a high on the booty and think small
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| Hang out her heat for a fuck and see this
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| It's cold, it's gray but you told me
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| It's tight in your life, this place is small
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| We choke, we eat
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| We find each other, we get lost
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| We're brooding in winter, help we're hiding in it
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| (Pffff!)
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| I get lost in beautiful sheets
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| A pale beauty sleeps
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| A look dance I would like
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| I'm dying in my "neither love nor hate"
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| We were two, ten
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| We were two, ten, a hundred
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| (We were two, ten, a hundred)
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| (We were two, ten, a hundred)
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| (We were two, ten)
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| (We were two, ten, a hundred) |