| Coming up beyond belief
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| On this coronary thief
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| More than just a leitmotif
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| More chaotic, no relief
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| I’ll describe the way I feel:
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| Weeping wounds that never heal.
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| Can the savior be for real
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| Or are you just my seventh seal?
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| No hesitation, no delay
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| You come on just like special K
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| Just like I swallowed half my stash
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| I never ever want to crash
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| No hesitation, no delay
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| You come on just like special K
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| Now you’re back with dope demand
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| I’m on sinking sand
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| Gravity
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| No escaping gravity
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| Gravity
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| No escaping, not for free
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| I fall down, hit the ground,
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| Make a heavy sound
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| Every time you seem to come around.
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| I’ll describe the way I feel:
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| You’re my new Achilles heel.
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| Can this savior be for real
|
| Or are you just my seventh seal?
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| No hesitation, no delay
|
| You come on just like special K
|
| Just like I swallowed half my stash
|
| I never ever want to crash
|
| No hesitation, no delay
|
| You come on just like special K
|
| Now you’re back with dope demand
|
| I’m on sinking sand
|
| Gravity
|
| No escaping gravity
|
| Gravity
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| No escaping, not for free.
|
| I fall down, hit the ground,
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| Make a heavy sound
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| Every time you seem to come around. |