| Been wearing life like it’s a noose around my neck
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| Hunting vultures as they fly
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| Every spring, a flower blossoms in my hand
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| And every winter time it dies
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted, the hunted, the hunted
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| I’m gonna press my frantic hand against your chest
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| Just to feel your beating heart
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| But soon I want vital systems to connect
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| Our universe follows two paths
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted, the hunted, the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
|
| I’ve become the hunted
|
| I’ve become the hunted
|
| I’ve become the hunted, the hunted, the hunted
|
| I’m gonna press my frantic hand against your chest
|
| Just to feel your beating heart
|
| But soon I want vital systems to connect
|
| Our universe follows two paths
|
| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted
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| I’ve become the hunted, the hunted, the hunted |