| No more episodes to get me to this Sunday
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| Their jibber fades
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| It fades out, not worth listening
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| Their jibber fades
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| The stripes are disappearing
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| You tumble up and down
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| You play with her again
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| My nerves are dry and cracked
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| No screams my teeth will chatter
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| This motion sickness passes
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| I vomit out my heart for you
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| This anxious poison looming
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| Afraid they could be right
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| This time the plot must thicken
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| You’ll taste revenge tonight
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| You lost taste for blood
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| We’ll have to wait and see
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| Your cold touch makes me sick
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| So hard when you never want to leave
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| Press the button
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| Pressure leaks, send me into panic mode
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| Like pink and black or worse
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| I can’t make out my reflection
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| Adrenaline has failed again
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| My responses are weakening
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| Your promises have failed again
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| Too bad you’re not listening
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| But the show goes on
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| You’ve lost your taste for blood
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| No more episodes
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| To get me to this Sunday
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| Their jibber fades
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| It fades out, not worth listening
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| Their jibber fades
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| The stripes are disappearing
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| (And brings me to my knees) |