| You feel your life fading away
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| Feel your life fading away
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| You Feel your life fading away
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| You feel your life fading away
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| Feel your life fading away
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| You Feel your life fading away
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| Am I dreaming or am I awake
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| You feel your life fading away
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| As your strength’s hard to slip through
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| Your fingers you’re waiting
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| You pray that you won’t feel no pain
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| But you’re calm though
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| It’s dark cause it’s soft just like velvet
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| And day of life you’ve been walking around
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| With this helmet of cotton
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| Covering your nose and your mouth
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| Well to hell with this rotten life
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| Cause in fact this ain’t life
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| Man I’m dead with my senses intact
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| I can see but I can’t understand what’s infront of my eyes
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| I can feel but I can’t tell the love from the lies I can taste
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| But I can appreciate and when I touch they confuse it with hate and pre-rape
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| And I’m moving so slow but when I turn up the tempo
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| On the temperature from my pencil to the damn plate or my literature
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| Right now I gotta come out alive like I’ve never lived like before
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn me on babe I’m burnin'?
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| The furnace the thermostat can’t even count in when
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| The grease? |
| just bounce with it!
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn up the bass music’s blazing let’s drown in it
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| The next vers is coming in won’t you help me to count it in
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| Drowning by numbers, is the title
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| The title wave struck me deep down in my slumber
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| With the pillow book tucked underneath all the covers
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| Like a million in a mattress, like a? |
| my masters
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| And forgot where I put them but as I sidetracked never mind that
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| Just erase and rewind that (rewind)
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| We’re still drowning by numbers
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| With the greener way scenery
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| And a somber ensamble
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| We’re fools in a pool of despair when
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| We’re pulling each other down gasping for air
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| We’re too cool to be bothered don’t ask
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| If we care we just turn up the pace and then crash in your rear (come on)
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn me on babe I’m burnin'?
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| The furnace the thermostat can’t even count in when
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| The grease? |
| just bounce with it
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn up the bass music’s blazing let’s drown in it
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| The next vers is coming in won’t you help me to count it in
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| It’s the final countdown and we stir up Europe
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| Like our private compound
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| Export CD’s to the west push the vinyls south down
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| Now we buggin' we turn down the pace
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| Just in case you be thuggin' and sippin' (syrup)
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| If you’re mixing this (ugh), it’s the heaviest (stuff)
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| Boast size the atlantic the deadliest drug
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| Already screwed and chopped up so when my new ship pops up
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| Make sure to? |
| fast before my crew gets locked up for possession
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| And trafficking dressed it in packages dressed up as passengers
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| Messed up your casual dress
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| Airplane food tray in your lap
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| X-ray new trace in your lab
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| Next day that tracy gets had
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| He’s pushing up daisies
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| My LP’s a smash
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn me on babe I’m burnin'?
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| The furnace the thermostat can’t even count in when
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| The grease? |
| just bounce with it
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| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
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| Turn up the bass music’s blazing let’s drown in it
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| The next vers is coming in won’t you help me to count it in |