Here it comes and there it goes
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Another day of decomposing light
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In a world called catastrophe, my native tongue is blasphemy
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So that's the one I'll write
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And baby can you feel it?
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Don't it make you want to lay down and close your eyes?
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Remember how we started, 'cause since then, I'm a waste
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Since then I'm a fool
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Since then I'm a dog
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In a world called catastrophe
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Since then I'm a waste
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Here it comes and there it goes
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Another day of getting up to fight
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In a world called catastrophe, my native tongue is blasphemy
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So it's the one I'll write
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And baby can you hear it?
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Don't it make you want to wake up and open your eyes?
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Remember how we started, 'cause since then, I'm a waste
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Since then I'm a fool
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Since then I'm a dog
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In a world called catastrophe
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Since then I'm a waste
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In A World Called Catastrophe
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| Matthew Good |
