| What a waste, what a waste of energy
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| To edit memories, and sell them to the needy
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| Hit the brakes, hit the brakes on planting seeds, to edges of our seats
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| I guess I should be leaving
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| This stress eats at my soul
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| I can’t tell if I’m breathing at all
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| Street drama takes its toll
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| So hit the road
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| Criminal minds
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| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
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| But they’re tough to identify
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| And they cut with precision
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| These criminal minds
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| Criminal minds
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| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
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| But they’re tough to identify
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| And they cut with precision
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| These criminal minds, oh my
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| What a waste, what a waste of all our time
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| To spend it taking sides, when both are in denial
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| In a way, in a way you’re always right
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| By picking every fight to call yourself the hero
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| This stress eats at my soul
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| I can’t tell if I’m breathing at all
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| Street drama takes its toll
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| So hit the road
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| Criminal minds
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| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
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| But they’re tough to identify
|
| And they cut with precision
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| These criminal minds
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| Criminal minds
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| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
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| But they’re tough to identify
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| And they cut with precision
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| These criminal minds, oh my
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| No no no no more drama
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| No no no no more drama
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| No no no no more drama
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| These criminal minds, oh my
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| This stress eats at my soul
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| I can’t tell if I’m breathing at all
|
| Street drama takes its toll
|
| So hit the road
|
| Criminal minds
|
| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
|
| But they’re tough to identify
|
| And they cut with precision
|
| These criminal minds
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| Criminal minds
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| Try to cloud up your thinkin'
|
| But they’re tough to identify
|
| And they cut with precision
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| These criminal minds, oh my |