| 1, 2, 3 it’s almost over
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| set me free
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| I want it forever
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| under my feet you are dead like a bee
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| I woke up in the dream
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| I cleaned up my sight with white cream
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| then I heard a fucking scream
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| sixty realities and fifty-nine dreams
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| I’m sick of this forty-five views
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| and be fucking refused
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| no time to choose the way out of this shoe
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| 1, 2, 3 it’s almost over
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| set me free
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| I want it forever
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| under my feet you are dead like a bee
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| everything we have to take
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| and everything we have to know reminds me
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| why I still hate you
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| can you keep a secret that how to erase it?
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| do you want to know how I leave it?
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| if you want to know come into my basement
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| I want to show you movement at the moment
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| day dream hasn’t power to take back your ice cream
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| every fucking stupid thing
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| you took with hooked con is listed on my book
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| so don’t try to cook me
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| why everything try to fuck with me?
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| 1, 2, 3 it’s almost over
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| set me free
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| I want it forever
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| under my feet you are dead like a bee
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| everything we have to take
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| and everything we have to know reminds me
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| why I still hate you
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| thousands of broken dreams
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| and the silent scream make me sick
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| I tired of breathing
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| I hate to hear your voices
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| water mirror and the moonlight
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| I’m chasing all day
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| 1, 2, 3 it’s almost over
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| set me free
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| I want it forever
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| under my feet you are dead like a bee
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| everything we have to take
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| and everything we have to know reminds me
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| why I still hate you |