| Veins die and I fantasize to find hurt another way
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| My baseline, I take time in the middle
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| The bile fills the leech
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| I hear them talking in their sleep
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| A vessel to the ether sea
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| The varicose encasing me
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| Why can’t they see the lights are synchronizing into the shadows underneath?
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| Why can’t they see the lights are synchronizing?
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| I feel them change velocities
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| Draw slow when you take from me
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| I need time
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| It’s just I can’t suffer honestly
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| The taste of chemicals keep me alive
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| I feel the pain through a surrogate
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| The brittle bones of a middle child
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| They call a state of emergency to get me back to my baseline
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| And it hurts a little
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| And I lie a little in my refuge
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| Veins die and I fantasize to find hurt another way
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| My baseline, I take time in the middle
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| There must be something more out there
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| There must be something more out there
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| So powerless in the crosshairs
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| There must be something more out there
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| Veins die and I fantasize to find hurt another way
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| My baseline, I take time in the middle
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| You said the pain was perennial, I need hurt another way
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| My baseline, I take time in the middle
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| Oh, you make it hurt a little
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| And l lie a little
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| Oh, you make it hurt a little in my refuge
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| You make it hurt a little
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| And l lie a little
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| Oh, you make it hurt a little in my refuge
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| There must be something more out there
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| There must be something more out there |