| Slow down, fade out.
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| It’s almost a pattern for me.
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| Laid down mistakes out.
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| They’re all just like motions to me.
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| And yeah, I could be wrong.
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| Wake up. |
| You’re faking.
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| I know that you’re lying awake.
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| Break off, shake down.
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| I’m tired of obeying the brain.
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| Crossed arms and crooked eyes.
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| Begging like I’m on the line.
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| I hope that there’s more here in me.
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| Stale from the middle in.
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| My bro comes off, consider it.
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| I know that it’s played and it’s weak.
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| Wake up. |
| You’re faking.
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| I know that you’re lying awake.
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| Break off, shake down.
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| I’m tired of obeying the brain.
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| And yeah, I could be wrong.
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| Taking off.
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| And yeah, I could be wrong.
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| Jumping off.
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| And yeah, I could be done.
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| Slow down, fade out.
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| It’s all just a pattern for me. |