| No more short jokes. |
| No more «you're weak.»
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| Take you inside, fuck you up
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| The way I deal with this pain, take you in digital, take you inside fuck you up
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| No more short jokes and no more «you're weak.»
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| Take you inside, fuck you all!
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| Digital Babysitters. |
| Don’t tell me I can’t win
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| My sixteen-bit Fingerprint, this is game over again
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| Press B to continue. |
| Press B to continue
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| It’s the sixteen-bit fingerprint that makes me feel alive
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| And keeps some power within my hands
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| As the bones ride, through the fingers and through the hands
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| With every click there’s constant fervor, preservign his livelihood
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| The bone ride, taking steps closer to your digital grave
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| The bones ride through… Taking you across
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| And as the bones ride through the skin;
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| There’s bloody stumps instead of fingerprints
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| Living under constant pressure — calling your self to arms
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| Nintendo systems serving as a Mom
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| I’d rather see you drown than let you use this bridge, old man
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| The name is Bagu. |
| Show my note to river man
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| It’s all about the connections these days
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| No one rides for free
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| But you won’t take me alive, I swear
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| I’m past the point of learning
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| As the bones ride through the skin…
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| There’s bloody stumps instead of fingerprints
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| I think he’s going to snap |