Introduction:
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Paranoia, I will assuage my guilt.
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Thoughts press on the temples, the heart in a vise.
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From longing... jealously...
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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I'm flying, I can't get through.
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The door is closed, I am taboo.
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Yes, you saw me in a beautiful coffin, on a make-up.
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And just in flowers, the face is the color of white iris.
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First Verse: Testosterovich
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You see everything you have achieved.
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We didn't intermarry.
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Everything is good with you, I'm all sick, all crazy.
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I will, I will, I will, I will suffer for you.
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I'll be a shadow behind my back, a fucked up head.
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Stop dreaming at night.
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Stop seeming everywhere to me, I'm already at the bottom.
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Stop, just stop.
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My physical body, so poisoned.
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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With half a sigh, loving so much.
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I leave as you say.
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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With half a sigh, loving so much.
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I'm letting go...
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Chorus:
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Paranoia, I will assuage my guilt.
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Thoughts press on the temples, the heart in a vise.
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From longing...
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Paranoia, I will assuage my guilt.
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Thoughts press on the temples, the heart in a vise.
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From longing...
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Second Verse: Testosterovich
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I'm not afraid of retribution, I'm not afraid of flowers.
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I don't pray.
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There is sadness in me, my pulse hurts, it hurts, so be it.
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I'm not afraid of retribution, I'm not afraid of flowers.
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Not afraid.
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The sky in me is sadness, it hurts my pulse, it hurts, so be it.
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It hurts me, well, let ...
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It hurts me, well, let ...
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My physical body, so poisoned.
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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With half a sigh, loving so much.
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I leave as you say.
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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With half a sigh, loving so much.
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I let go ... I repent, I repent
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In a half-whisper, not until sleep.
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Not to wheeze, not to you.
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With half a sigh, loving so much.
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I'm letting go...
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Chorus:
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Paranoia, I will assuage my guilt.
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Thoughts press on the temples, the heart in a vise.
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From longing...
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Paranoia, I will assuage my guilt.
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Thoughts press on the temples, the heart in a vise.
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From longing...
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Stop dreaming at night.
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Stop seeming everywhere to me, I'm already at the bottom.
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Stop, just stop.
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Stop, stop, stop, stop
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Stop, stop... |