| We’re in a messed up situation
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| A messed up situation
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| I’ve got a chest so tight it’s caged my lungs
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| Even Houdini couldn’t get out of this one
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| I’m reeling by the day
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| Can’t seem to make sense of this place
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| I call my head
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| Better get the fuck out of my way
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| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho
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| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO
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| It’s been sixteen weeks
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| Can’t swallow this
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| Hard medicine
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| Hey, hey
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| Bring out your dead
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| Wash off the life and go back to bed
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| Chlorine chlorine in my dreams
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| Chlorine you’re my everything
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| (Ladies and gentlemen what we are now experiencing is known as the tipping point
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| The world feels faster when it’s falling and the city’s brighter when it’s
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| burning)
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| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho
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| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO
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| It’s been sixteen weeks
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| Can’t swallow this
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| Hard medicine
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| Dress me up and wipe me clean
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| Shadows always cling to me
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| Paper bodies in the streets
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| They came unplugged from the big machine |
| Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
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| Giving birth to insanity
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| Burning cities in my dreams
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| I’ve come unplugged from the big machine
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| There’s blood, there’s blood
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| Strike your matches til they’re used up
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| This is too big for us to topple
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| Bring wood and oil
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| There’s blood, there’s blood
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| Strike your matches til they’re used up
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| This is too big for us to topple
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| Bring wood and oil
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| Hey hey, bring out your dead
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| Wash off the life and go back to bed
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| Hey hey, bring out your dead
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| Wash off the life and go back to bed
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| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho
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| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO
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| It’s been sixteen weeks
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| Can’t swallow this
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| Hard medicine
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| Dress me up and wipe me clean
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| Shadows always cling to me
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| Paper bodies in the streets
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| They came unplugged from the big machine
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| Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
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| Giving birth to insanity
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| Burning cities in my dreams
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| I’ve come unplugged from the big machine |