| Siren of the shade you’ve never known my inhuman dream
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| Through a channel housed in plastic, loafers living in the bland
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| Safety isn’t real anymore
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| It’s just a thing we say
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| The cyclone’s here if I’m not mistaken
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| Blow me away
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| Guardian camera
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| A friend to blame for the blood
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| While his family was watching the game, he’s high in the tub
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| Oh, God, here they come
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| The lead-heavy pencils who erase every fall
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| Mounted camera on his desk, brown sugar filling up his chest
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| Just take it all
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| We’ll film it all
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| We’ll film it all
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| We’ll film it all
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| Safety isn’t real anymore
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| It’s just a game we play
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| What makes a person more than ordinary?
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| Hand over me
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| Hand over me
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| Hand over me
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| Memory, it was only for pretend
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| Brother was calling her name
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| She counted to ten
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| Dead leaves in the Benz
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| It’s only pretend
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| It’s only pretend
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| We’ll film it all
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| Go ahead, take it from me
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| We’ll film it all
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| We’ll film it all
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| We’ll film it all |