| My friends are dead ends
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| Where did they go?
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| They’re spread out and broken
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| And laying in the road
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| Hopeless and homeless
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| Selling what they stole
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| Dreamless and seamless
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| Into the unknown
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| Reach out (creatures)
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| And keep up (and keep up)
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| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
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| They’ll follow just to eat’cha
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| Reach out (creatures)
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| And keep up (and keep up)
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| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
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| They’ll follow just to eat’cha
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| Fading, creating, losing all control
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| Spinning, and grinnin', lookin' for a soul
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| Growin', and throwin', tryin' to find a role
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| Before you know it, you’re livin' in a hole
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| Reach out (creatures)
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| And keep up (and keep up)
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| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
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| They’ll follow just to eat’cha
|
| Reach out (creatures)
|
| And keep up (and keep up)
|
| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
|
| They’ll follow just to eat’cha
|
| Reach out (creatures)
|
| And keep up (and keep up)
|
| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
|
| They’ll follow just to eat’cha
|
| Reach out (creatures)
|
| And keep up (and keep up)
|
| They’ll reach out, they’ll reach out
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| They’ll follow just to eat’cha |