| Even when it’s poison
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| I’ll fix you and have my fill
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| With poison so heavily swilled
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| And a hand full of hate
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| Sinners lose lock the gate
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| from your wrist now you lose
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| you’re too loud
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| I touched the screen and turned around
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| I’m a sign that I’m bound and now I lose
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| Our triumph is sleeping now
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| My form of devotion
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| I’ll drag you down in the crowd
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| I go through the motions
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| Even when it’s poison
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| I’m left with your precious tools
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| too explicit to miss
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| Well let us fall
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| Let my feet
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| Victory, a mother’s grief
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| Nothing comes and nothing grows and now you lose
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| I am late, I am lost
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| Scraping pain off the cross
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| Grab the wheel and make me steer and now I lose
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| Our triumph is sleeping now
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| My form of devotion
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| I’ll drag you down in the crowd
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| I go through the motions
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| Your system stops
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| Set back the clocks
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| I climbed above it, how about you?
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| Dissect my words
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| See how they hurt
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| I climbed above it, how about you?
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| I want to win
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| Please let me in
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| You see me curled up by the gate
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| I’ll stretch to meet uneven beats
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| They test my tempo, how about you?
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| I know it’s real
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| I want to feel
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| All of the things I’ve been refused
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| And celebrate my my first victory
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| Destroy my history with you
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| Our triumph is sleeping now
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| My form of devotion
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| I’ll drag you down in the crowd
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| I go through the motions |