| Spitting games, growing pains
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| Let’s tear this up to start again
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| 'Cause now day-to-day stays the same
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| Let’s find a way that we could make it bend
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| Flicked a moth, turned to dust
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| Wormed a way into my tangled lust
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| Paint it black, Cadillac
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| Said it before, I could take it back
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| Pull me down and take away the light
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| Chew me up and spit me out tonight
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| Giving it up to me for what? |
| Oh
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| Didn’t come to be what you thought, oh
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| My fears come in threes
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| So I’m, oh
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| I’m finding it hard to believe underneath
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| Trading names, playing games
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| Let’s tear this up to start again
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| 'Cause now day-to-day stays the same
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| Speaking tongues won’t make this go away
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| Future dust, blood and rust
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| Took you down a road you couldn’t trust
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| Paint it black, Cadillac
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| Couldn’t take it back
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| Pull me down and take away the light
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| Chew me up and spit me out tonight
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| Giving it up to me for what? |
| Oh
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| Didn’t come to be what you thought, oh
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| My fears come in threes
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| So I’m, oh
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| I’m finding it hard to believe underneath
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| I’m finding it hard to believe underneath
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| I’m finding it hard to believe underneath
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| Turn to dust again and again
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| And I turn to dust again and again
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| And I
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| Yeah |