| Lay the track on my back, I’m just sat here waiting
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| Left again by my friends, God know I’m alone
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| Sit me down, hit me round
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| I’m asphyxiated
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| Left in awe,
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| God know I’m afraid
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| Fill your boots, skull-end shoed
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| Rolling down the aven…
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| You became a little insane, a little bit acid rain
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| It’s wet, it’s cold, itch your soul, locked away in chambers
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| Now the fun inspection
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| Sweet dissected pain
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| And then the drums take over
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| But the beat will keep you waiting
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| You’re a few years older
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| But you’re feeling just the same
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| Shine a light, I just might hang our with your shadow
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| Clean your plate, I’m coming up straight
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| Faster than the sun
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| Now and then it’s your head rolling past my …
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| Here the tone, can’t phone home
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| God knows I no one
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| And then the drums take over
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| But the beat will keep you waiting
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| You’re a few years older
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| But you’re feeling just the same
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| Then you hear the drums take over
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| But you’re a few years older
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| Then you hear the drums take over
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| Then you hear the drums the take over
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| But you’re a few years older
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| Then you hear the drums take over |