| I walk the line between the fight
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| Between the innocent and the riots
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| In my head spitting up lightning
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| As a diving missile sitting pretty in the sky
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| Then sirens going off like you last night
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| Feeling flicker on and off like a flashlight
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| Flash flood, flash drive
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| Life flashes by
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| Deer in the headlights
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| Dear, you’re so uptight
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pull this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who stick around
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pull this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who fall down
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| I wronged the right basking in light
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| Basking in something
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| That is poison hidden underneath my skin
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| Turning black, talking back
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| Staring up at the ceiling
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| It’s fine when you go off at midnight
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| Not worrying you’re head about how finite
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| Life is lying, say it’s tiring
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| Sleep til the days out
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| Sleep when you got down
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pull this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who stick around
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pull this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who fall down
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pulled this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who stick around
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| I hope it stings the worst when I pull this thorn out his side
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| But the ones who know are the ones who fall down
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| But the ones who know are the ones who fall down
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| And the ones who know are the ones who fall down |