| One, two, three
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| Yeah
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| Drop it
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| Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
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| Absorbing archaic like a sponge
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| The ultimate way is the way you control
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| But can you stay if you detach your soul?
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| Bury the present and squeeze out the past
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| The ones you endear to never last
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| Chemical burns and the animalistic
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| I'm just another hardline pseudo-statistic
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| Can you feel this?
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| I'm dying to feel this
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| Can you feel this?
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| Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth
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| Trying to commit to what's beneath
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| To find the time is to lose the momentum
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| You learn the lessons and immediately forget them
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| Automatic and out of my reach
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| Consult all the waste to find the key
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| Minimal life and the polysyllabic
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| I'm just another blank page, push the button, pull the rage
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| Can you feel this?
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| I'm dying to feel this
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| Can you feel this?
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| I am all, but what am I?
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| Another number that isn't equal to any of you
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| I control, but I comply
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| Pick me apart then pick up the pieces, I'm uneven
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| I am the damaged one
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| All my life and the damage done
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| I am the damaged one
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| All my life and the damage done
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| I am the damaged one
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| All my life and the damage done
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| I am the damaged one
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| All my life and the damage done
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| Can you feel this?
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| I'm dying to feel this
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| Can you feel this?
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| I'm dying to feel this
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| Can you feel this?
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| I'm dying to feel this
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| Can you feel this?
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| I am all, but what am I?
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| Another number that isn't equal to any of you
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| I control, but I comply
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| Pick me apart then pick up the pieces, I'm uneven
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| I am all, but what am I?
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| Another number that doesn't fit in with any of you
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| I control, but I comply
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| Pick me apart then pick up the pieces, I'm uneven
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |