| Ritual to throw these fits
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| Forces greater do exist
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| Stalling pains that bring about this feeling of despair
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| Focused on the in between
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| Fuck this shit, it’s all a dream
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| Back and forth distressing me, it’s hard to even care
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| Get in and shut the door
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| What are you waiting for?
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| Turn it up i said, 'cause i never get tired of the radio
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| Burning through my head
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| The song gets better, man everytime i hear it so Play it when i’m dead, at my funeral so i hear it in the afterlife
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| In the afterlife
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| Forces still a bit unclear
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| Lock the doors and hide in fear
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| Pray to god, will live to be a thousand, but for what?
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| Everyday i think of this
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| Weight it out and take my risks
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| Waiting for the chance to say enough has been enough
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| Get in and shut the door
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| What are you waiting for?
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| Turn it up i said, 'cause i never get tired of the radio
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| Burning through my head
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| The song gets better, man everytime i hear it so Play it when i’m dead, at my funeral so i hear it in the afterlife
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| Feeling rises with the heat
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| It’s getting harder now to sleep
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| This devestation, lost sensation, how’d this come about
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| Then you crawl into my grave
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| But i know i’m not insane
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| This melody that takes me nowhere
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| Turn it up i said, 'cause i never get tired of the radio
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| Burning through my head
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| The song gets better, man everytime i hear it so Play it when i’m dead, at my funeral so i hear it in the afterlife
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| In the afterlife |