| Formed in liquid, pushed out still dripping
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| A world was thrown before my eyes
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| Now paint a picture, crayon stick figures
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| With blue haired people, purple skies-
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| Swirl
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| With acclimation, comes deep resentment
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| I’m forced in a structure I can only oblige
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| Integral termoil, It’s time to decide
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| Choose my victims, draw my lines
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| Formed in liquid, pushed out still dripping
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| A world was thrown before my eyes
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| Paint a picture, crayon stick figures
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| With blue haired people, purple skies
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| Can this be the end that I’ve forseeen
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| A glass thats half full is half empty
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| Formed in liquid, pushed out still dripping
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| A world was thrown before my eyes
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| Paint a picture, crayon stick figures
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| With blue haired people, purple skies
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| Take a piece of me
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| Take a piece of me
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| Take a piece of me and watch me bleed
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| Take a piece of me
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| Take a piece of me
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| Take a piece of me if it’s what you need |