| Chemicals in that medical
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| Never knew I should’ve left for you
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| Guess its cool I need to get it through
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| Guess I caught you in an awful mood
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| Not my fault I didn’t talk it through
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| All just messed up, its all just news
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| We lay straight down with twisted views
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| Rapid eye talked our silent truth
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| Rather bang two heads with the skulls in the pan
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| Rather bang two heads with the mighty dam
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| Might be he saw that a' slight of hand
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| Then knocked his jaw silly with a fist full of can
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| Head face first hear the concrete slam
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| Out came his blood like a broken dam
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| Drunk old hitting to a bootleg jam
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| Left my dreams in a box made of sand
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| All I see are these colours
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| We walk with distant others
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| But really what is it all to me
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| Someone help me I’m drowning
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| And these faces all surrounding
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| But you were never looking to me
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| All I see are these colours
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| We walk with distant others
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| But really what is it all to me
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| Someone help me I’m drowning
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| And these faces all surrounding
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| But you were never looking to me
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| Punk telling me to relax
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| Got a passport and a hand full of cash
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| Pack a Dunhill and the clothes on my back
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| Might fly away and then never come back
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| Go to a place where I’d never been seen
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| Where I don’t have a name and don’t have a dream
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| There are no brand names and the air is so clean
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| Forget about life, forget what I’ve been
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| Cause what I’ve been making is feeling like it
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| Wind through the creek got it seeping right in
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| Broken 2 spines but still jump in the end
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| Deeper I get with the harder my head
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| Open my eyes you can see it right here
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| Face to my back like you stabbed in the mist
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| Hating the fact that you been hating the year
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| We just lay back to get swallowed by fear
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| By fear, from the top to the bottom
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| And they don’t do jack sittin' back still watchin'
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| So we gotta move quick, no breaks no stoppin'
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| Finna look down sharp at the mass all rotten
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| Run away far away from the modern
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| Turn back see black and I’m lookin' at Sodom
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| Seeing arm, leg heads fallen off with the choppin'
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| When the smoke clears up I’ll be there still boppin'
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| Cause all I see, is all I know
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| And all I know… is
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| All I see are these colours
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| We walk with distant others
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| But really what is it all to me
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| Someone help me I’m drowning
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| And these faces all surrounding
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| But you were never looking to me
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| All I see are these colours
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| We walk with distant others
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| But really what is it all to me
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| Someone help me I’m drowning
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| And these faces all surrounding
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| But you were never looking to me
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| All I see are these colours
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| We walk with distant others
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| But really what is it all to me
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| Someone help me I’m drowning
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| And these faces all surrounding
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| But you were never looking to me
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| Still, still they sit on the fence
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| Eyes locked with the venomous stare
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| Still, still they sit on the fence
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| Get caught with the pain in my head
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| Still, still they sit on the fence
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| Eyes locked with the venomous stare
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| Still, still they sit on the fence
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| Get caught with the pain in my head |