| I keep forgetting where I wanna go
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| And no, I don’t, I never feel at home
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| I guess I’ll keep-keep fleeing to my knees
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| And you’re the only one who ignites me easy
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| And just maybe my weak fingertips
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| Are better off burning bridges (We're better off burning bridges)
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| You better think with your mouth
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| Before you shout 'til you bleed
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Watch what you’re telling yourself
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| What do you shout in your sleep?
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Feed in my throat like— (Shh!)
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| I’m laying with the demons that I hate
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| Like a little lab rat just crawling in a cage
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Spinning out of your focus, I’m delirious
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| Waiting to be new again
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| Maybe my weak fingertips
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| Are better off burning bridges (We're better off burning bridges)
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| You better think with your mouth
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| Before you shout 'til you bleed
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Watch what you’re telling yourself
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| What do you shout in your sleep?
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Feed in my throat like—
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| You better think with your mouth
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| Before you shout 'til you bleed
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Watch what you’re telling yourself
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| What do you shout in your sleep?
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| Yeah, yeah, feed in my throat like a leech
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| Feed in my throat like— (Shh!) |