| Lay in the middle
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| I’ll be in the basement
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| Time the rhythm
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| Racing on the gold card
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| Hey, middle finger
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| Sticking through the eye
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| Of poor little thinkers
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| Made in the sun
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| I’m bleeding from the wounds
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| From cutting to the chase
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| From beating round the bush
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| Then burns when we embrace
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| And braces for the teeth
|
| That long for what’s beneath
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| The skin that hides the fruit
|
| From time, from the truth
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| LET IT IN
|
| Let our love tear you down
|
| AND BEGIN
|
| To be found
|
| Lets it to the silence
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| Of the rhythm of my bones decay
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| I’m still hiding from my mother
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| In the fatherland of manly faith
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| Woke up drunk on the job
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| My head was smoking from the US of A
|
| Now I’m tearing down the drapes
|
| Of complementary consequence
|
| LET IT IN
|
| Let our love tear you down
|
| AND BEGIN
|
| To be found
|
| To be found
|
| LET IT IN
|
| Let our love tear you down
|
| AND BEGIN
|
| To be found
|
| Lay in the middle
|
| I’ll be in the basement
|
| Time the rhythm
|
| Racing on the gold card
|
| Hey, middle finger
|
| Sticking through the eye
|
| Of poor little thinkers
|
| Made in the sun
|
| I’m bleeding from the wounds
|
| From cutting to the chase
|
| From beating round the bush
|
| Then burns when we embrace
|
| And braces for the teeth
|
| That long for what’s beneath
|
| The skin that hides the fruit
|
| From time, from the truth
|
| Say what, what
|
| All the money went
|
| You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie
|
| Say where, where
|
| All the money go
|
| You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie
|
| LET IT IN
|
| Let our love tear you down
|
| AND BEGIN
|
| To be found
|
| To be found
|
| LET IT IN
|
| Let our love tear you down
|
| AND BEGIN
|
| To be found |