| I won’t fight, it’s not the time or place
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| Stone-age mind in a space-world age
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| In the dark, violent space
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| Kids learning how to mosh again
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| Will the sky open up and destroy everyone I loved
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| One way out
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| You don’t take it to heart
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| Until it tries tearing you apart
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| Hard to avoid the past
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| I guess the only way is acknowledging it
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| Everyone lies to me and tries to sell me stuff, but I guess that’s just love
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| I love the beginning; |
| the way women give in — the velvet rope unhinged
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| I’ll give you everything that you ever wanted, but you won’t want it then
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| Very late at night when cities turn into forests again
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| When the devil offers you
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| A devil sip of his devil brew
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| «In my day, trained in a distant life, I won’t think of it, I won’t cry»
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| Summer days, I’d be at the playground
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| Please, please, please
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| I can’t wait to make it through
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| Our awkwardness
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| Hard to avoid the past
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| I guess the only way is acknowledging it
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| Everyone lies to me and tries to sell me stuff, but I guess that’s just love
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| I love the beginning, your clothes slide off your skin, giving is receiving
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| Patterns of emptiness
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| Tomorrow is laughing
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| Money brings tyranny
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst |