| Like a loone desperado
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| In my search and bravado
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| I’m not sure what I’m looking for
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| But my overreaction strappado
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| As I adapt into the unknown
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| I find myself to walk alone
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| I wanna move, I oughta feel
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| I need to drift into a world so unreal
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| I’m gonna dance, dance
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| Upon a killing floor
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| In between what remains
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| Of my organs and brains
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| There’s a fiery pulse
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| Rushing my veins
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| As I adapt into the unknown
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| Am I supposed to walk alone?
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| I wanna move, I oughta feel
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| I need to drift into a world so unreal
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| I need a tight squeeze, brain-freeze, hypersonic ease
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| Still, I’m gonna scream out for more
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| I’m gonna dance, dance
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| I wanna move, I oughta feel
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| I need to drift into a world so unreal
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| I wanna groove, I wanna flow
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| I wanna wail for my creator below
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| I need a tight squeeze, brain-freeze, hypersonic ease
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| Still, I’m gonna scream out for more
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| I’m gonna dance, dance
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| Upon a killing floor |