| Red light, green light, inside it’s fight or fright
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| I might decide to kill a friend tonight
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| Because in hindsight I would’ve died
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| But I got blindsighted by the time
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| Like a high tide, up to the sky
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| Then I put my knife right into your thigh
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| What, what did I get into?
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| Hit the bottom of my issues
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| And I think, into the deep, I sink
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| Sealed with blood and ink
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| What, what did I get into?
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell
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| Red suits, can’t stand to lose
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| Need an excuse to avoid the rules
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| Let loose 'til we break in two
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| But I’m confused, need a friend to choose
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| Tuggin' on that rope like hope I don’t die
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| Push 'em off that bridge while some tiles aren’t right
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| Hungry for the money, my life’s on the line
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| And I see raindrops and they’re comin' down, weren’t always enemies
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| Who’s it gonna come down to? |
| Who’s it gonna be?
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| Offer up an end for two, guess we’re gonna see
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| What, what did I get into?
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| Hit the bottom of my issues
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| And I think, into the deep, I sink
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| Sealed with blood and ink
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| What, what did I get into?
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell
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| Surrounded with folk, but I’m low-key lonely
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| Lot of pink guys, but I don’t see Joji
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| Only hope we can each go home
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| At the close of the show, but I know we won’t be
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| Each day brings new surprises, new ways to euthanize us
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| Reducin' the line to a few survivors
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| Play stupid games, win stupid prizes
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| Used to be cash, now it’s life that I’m gambling
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| In a land you won’t catch sight of an ambulance
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| Nobody’s gonna give you their hand to guide you
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| Through the labyrinth, this isn’t that kind of gathering
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| You’ve got a better chance of finding Madeline McCann
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| Hindin' inside of a giant yellow mannequin
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| I’m gettin' manic and I’m panickin' again
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| How can I be the man that’s getting credited again? |
| (I'm an addict!)
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| At the end credits, so many are dead and we’re reduced to one
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| We see director, producer, editor, executioner, it’s hallucinatory
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| The way they choose to take their lead (I'm an addict!)
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| So you better watch your back at night
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| Now shut up and watch the traffic light
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| Before you stop and then catch a sight that’ll result in a lifelong loss of
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| appetite
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell (What, what did I get into?)
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell (What, what did I get into?)
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| I’m an addict, and I’m afraid of myself and what I can do
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| And I’m not safe, I’m not safe in Hell |