Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding.
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Counting makes the only sound, while I wait for hours to be found.
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So much for making up rules while we're playing.
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Who cares about the rules anyway?
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They're for mindless fools and child's play.
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This time, yeah this time.
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It's my turn, it's not your turn.
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Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding.
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Ready or not.
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Why should it make sense?
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Why are you so unspontaneous?
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And why does your way sound the same as yesterday.
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So I'll shift and bit again.
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Draw a mark on your skin that turns you the color pink.
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What exactly will they think of you?
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This time, yeah this time.
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It's my turn, it's not your turn.
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Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding.
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Ready or not.
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Why are you jealous, over bearing, verzealous?
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What for? Is it the lost memory of all those games with me?
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All those games you played on me...
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Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding.
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Ready or not.
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Hide And Seek
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| Nonpoint |
