Dance on the knife blade
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Wrong step to the side
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It's a nightmare
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The chill changes to fever.
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Glare in empty eyes
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A grin froze on his face.
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Who pulled you
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Create a useless bazaar?
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I'll call the cops.
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In a minute they will be there.
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Who bit you like that?
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I don't believe you are yourself.
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I'll call the cops.
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In a minute they will be there.
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Who bit you like that?
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I don't believe you are yourself.
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Jaw on the floor again.
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In my own apartment, like in a prison
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Throw around in a panic, they say:
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"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark.
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Jaw on the floor again.
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In my own apartment, like in a prison
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Throw around in a panic, they say:
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"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark.
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Don't let me merge with emptiness
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When you leave, close the door behind you.
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I mix the dust with sweat with my hand.
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Talented means sick.
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You don't understand, just forget it
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I can't explain, just forget it.
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Stop delving into the essence of my actions,
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Just forget it, just forget it.
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I'll call the cops.
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In a minute they will be there.
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Who bit you like that?
|
I don't believe you are yourself.
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I'll call the cops.
|
In a minute they will be there. |
Who bit you like that?
|
I don't believe you are yourself.
|
Jaw on the floor again.
|
In my own apartment, like in a prison
|
Throw around in a panic, they say:
|
"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark.
|
Jaw on the floor again.
|
In my own apartment, like in a prison
|
Throw around in a panic, they say:
|
"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark.
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Get out, get out, get out.
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Even enemies would not behave like this:
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Every day you give me bruises
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And I sing sad songs on the radio.
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Get out, get out, get out.
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Even enemies would not behave like this:
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Every day you give me bruises
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And I sing sad songs on the radio.
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Jaw on the floor again.
|
In my own apartment, like in a prison
|
Throw around in a panic, they say:
|
"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark.
|
Jaw on the floor again.
|
In my own apartment, like in a prison
|
Throw around in a panic, they say:
|
"Where I am?" |
— gathering teeth in the dark. |