I want to take my head
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And cut it open extra wide
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Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to circle inside
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Electrocute my thoughts
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Or put myself on stand-by
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I'm so over, I'm so over you
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Let's open up the sky
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And let the cliches pour
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Everything has been executed better before
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8-bit fantasies, I'm yesterday's technology
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Follow the leader, jump off with me
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The wine is dripping with the blood
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Off my finger-tips
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The mitochondrion are revolting,
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Please take care of it.
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Carnivorous cells are winning
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Against your cancer lips
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So come over, come over
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Oh my god,
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I want to tear you apart
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I am walking but I'm still asleep
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Oh my lord,
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this is blasphemy
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Wake me up before I fall too deep
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I wish I had an original thought inside my skull
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Everything has been done a million times before
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My dream sequence has become my life
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Or so it seems
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All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene
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Oh my god,
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I want to tear you apart
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I am walking but I'm still asleep
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Oh my lord,
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This is blasphemy
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Wake me up before I fall too deep
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In too deep
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Oblivious and numb
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In too deep
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I want to hurt you,
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But I just can't cut you fast enough
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The ink is dripping,
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And my letter has become a mess
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I want to hate you
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But hate is love, just reversed
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Why do we talk about things that we loathe the most?
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Oh my god,
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I want to tear you apart
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I am walking but I'm still asleep
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Oh my lord,
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this is blasphemy
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Wake me up before I fall too deep
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Oh my god,
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I want to tear you apart
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There is nothing in my world that can end your sleep
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Oh my lord,
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This is blasphemy
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Wake me up before I fall too deep
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