| It’s the last time
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| You’re afraid I’ll break
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| It’s up to my neck
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| And my hands start shaking
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| It’s the first time
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| And it’s worse when you fake it
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| Searching my head
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| And these words start breaking
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| I kinda like the way I’m losing control
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| I kinda like the way I’m losing control
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| These are dark walls
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| It’s a lot just to make it work
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| Or die trying
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| And it works when you make it
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| It’s the last time
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| You’re afraid I’ll break
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| It’s up to my neck
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| And my hands start shaking
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| Red Light Company always makes you confess
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| You’re hanging onto pieces always makes for a mess
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| It’s the last time
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| You’re afraid I’ll brak
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| It’s up to my neck
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| And my hands start shaking
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| It’s the first time
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| And it’s wors when you fake it
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| Searching my head
|
| And these words start breaking
|
| These are dark walls
|
| It’s a lot just to make it work
|
| Or die trying
|
| And it works when you make it
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| It’s the last time
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| You’re afraid I’ll break
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| It’s up to my neck
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| And my hands start shaking
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| Red Light Company always makes you confess
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| You’re hanging onto pieces always makes for a mess |