| Testing my patience
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| The temperature’s rising
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| My eyes are attached to the floor
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| Testing my patience
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| The temperature’s rising
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| My eyes are attached to the floor
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| Then they’re caught
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| By the light of a match
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| When I strike it
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| Its lighter than ever before
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| Yeah its friction, on my afflictions
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| Yeah an addiction, hard to take
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| And its wasted
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| On the complacent yeah
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| Its the only thing I hate
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| Yeah its friction
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| Yeah its friction
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| Its in what he sold
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| You and true what I told you
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| Yeah space is the final thing here
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| And its breaking my jaw
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| Yeah its flooding my pores
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| And its bleeding out
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| Both of my ears
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| Yeah its friction, on my afflictions
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| Yeah an addiction, hard to take
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| And its wasted
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| On the complacent yeah
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| Its the only thing I hate
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| This is nothing like
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| My mother told me
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| Its got me thinking hard
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| And all I want
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| Is you to hold me
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| Yeah its friction, on my afflictions
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| Yeah an addiction, hard to take
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| And its wasted
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| On the complacent yeah
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| Its the only thing I hate
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| Yeah its friction
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| Yeah its friction |