| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| A little bit of shame to fill my cocktail
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| The one I should drink again or escape from
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| A little bit of me in you
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| That’s gross
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| A little bit of you is true
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| Oh shoot
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| Synthetic hell is a perennial loop
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| Hear me through the time
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| Hold my hand until
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| The apocalypse will be over, over, over
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I spit out these sharp structures
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| Damn it feels like compound fracture
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| The same strong pattern
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| «Thought inside a box, lived in a box, buried in a box»
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| Have you ever longed for chaos
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| So desperately, obsessively flown by the energy
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| Hah I had
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| No one will save you from your head
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| With beauty and with violence
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| Binary oppositions of inner vision so artfully splitting you
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| Another day the same paradigm
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
|
| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| I don’t wanna be someone else someone else
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| I just wanna find patience inside my cells
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| Hear me through the time
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| Hold my hand until
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| The apocalypse will be over, over, over |