| Some things you do just to see
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| How bad they’ll make you feel
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| Sometimes you try to freeze time
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| 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels
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| But I am just a broken machine
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| And I do things that I don’t really mean
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| Long black night, morning frost
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| I’m still here, but all is lost
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| Speed up to the precipice
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| And then slam on the brakes
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| Some people crash two or three times
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| And then learn from their mistakes
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| But we are the ones who don’t slow down at all
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| And there’s nobody there to catch us when we fall
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| Long black night, morning frost
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| I’m still here, but all is lost
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| Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by
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| Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
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| Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
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| Draw a white chalk baphomet
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| Mistreat your altar boys long enough
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| And this is what you get
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| Sad and angry, can’t learn how to behave
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| Still won’t know how in the darkness of the grave
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| Long black night, morning frost
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| I’m still here, but all is lost |