| Over the top
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| You may belive that something’s
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| Coming after you
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| But it ain’t what it seems
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| Over the top
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| You run and think that someone’s
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| Gonna get you now
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| But there’s no one there
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| Facing the wall
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| YOu are so scared
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| You don’t know what to do now
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| And nothing will help you
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| Facing the wall
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| You scream so loud
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| But you can barley hear yourself
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| You bleed from your ears
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| This is the time you should realize
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| There is no such thing as a sane explanation
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| A few good friends and a table of fun
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| Will get you through the night
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| No sleep for a decade or two
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| It dosen’t seem to matter much
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| This is the time you should realize
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| There is no such thing as a second chance
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| Are you one of those people
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| That still belive the unicorn exists
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| You’re officially off the grind
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| These are the times where you should open
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| Your eyes, look into yourself
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| Instead of looking out
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| A special craving pulls you in
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| And from that point you don’t look back
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| Gambling with and testing life
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| Must be the ultimate high, and there you go
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| These are the times where reality slips
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| And you fade away into a gloomy world
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| Enough is enough
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| You think you have the
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| Power to consume it all
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| My friend you haven’y
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| Enough is enough
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| You throw away the times
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| You think are coming back
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| Your days are numbered
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| Crack on the head
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| You said some things
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| You maybe should’ve left out
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| But that’s all too late
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| Crack on the head
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| You end your life with owing what
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| You couldn’t give
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| And so goes your story
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| Are you one of those people
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| That still belive the unicorn exists
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| Off the grind, I say have a good life |