| I got this itchy feeling, and it goes woh
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| To break through concrete and the insects on their side
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| I got this sneaky feeling, and it goes woh
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| To give me a familiar taste of my insides
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| There is no use in calling out
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| One cut and you’re gone
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| Can’t you see, Angeline
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| When is too much not enough
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| I’m caught between, its killing me
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| When is too much
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| One ache pops round the corner, it demands woh
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| Until my rotten vessels inside are outside
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| My brain is soaked in anger, it demands woh
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| Until my brain cuts off supply to the outside
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| There is no use in calling out
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| One cut and you’re gone
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| Can’t you see, Angeline
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| When is too much not enough
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| I’m caught between, its killing me
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| When is too much
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| Stuck in your cloud, deaf but you’re loud
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| Sad but you’re proud, when is too much not enough
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| Can’t you see, Angeline
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| Always too much
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| The blood soaked poison
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| Stains my bathroom floor
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| And my vision foams my
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| Dead eyes on the world
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| And the last time I checked my face was cracked and soar
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| No turning back, No more
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| Can’t you see, Angeline |
| When is too much not enough
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| I’m caught between, its killing me
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| When is too much
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| Stuck in your cloud, deaf but you’re loud
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| Sad but you’re proud, when is too much not enough
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| Can’t you see, Angeline
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| Always too much
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| Always too much |