| You and me
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| We’re like natural enemies
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| There’s no give there’s no dmz
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| We’re like a mutal catastrophe
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| You and me
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| We know time’s the real enemy
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| Like a horror show
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| Slow motion trainwreck indefinitely
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| I’m finding your tell
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| And I’ll tell what I find
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| Self harmer on a shaky pulpit
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| I’m gonna be nothing but trouble
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| And a dry riverbed
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| And a houndred and one voices
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| Running in your head saying
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| «keep flogging that horse
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| Til it comes back from dead»
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| But I saw gardens and grey skies
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| And clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
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| And worn out faith
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| And the rain drives on
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| Under pretty eyed chatter
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| And the thought occurs that none of this matters
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| Why should we leave
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| This dirty stain on posterity
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| What would happen if you’d shoot me?
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| Would my soul weigh 21 grams?
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| Don’t welcome me cause
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| I’m applying all 5 techiques
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| You’ll wish me gone
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| But I’m here to burn
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| I’m finding your tell
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| And I’ll tell what I find
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| Self harmer on a shaky pulpit
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| I’m gonna be nothing but trouble
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| And a dry riverbed
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| And a houndred and one voices
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| Running in your head saying
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| «keep flogging that horse
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| Til it comes back from dead»
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| But I saw gardens and grey skies
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| And clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
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| And worn out faith
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| And the rain drives on
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| Under pretty eyed chatter
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| And the thought occurs that none of this matters |