I can't,
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I can't take it easily,
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I won't,
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I won't let it gravel me.
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But I transgress,
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Born into sin,
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Born into current.
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I can't comply to a compliment.
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I won't quietly ask for it,
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And the current still drags me in,
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Slow down. (Slow down, down, down)
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The pills won't make this go away;
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Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt,
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Try to repulse. (Ohh)
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Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
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Your mind being pulled out of your head.
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I won't swallow it logically.
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I see,
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I'm barraged by dollar signs.
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Show me in to permanent sleep.
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Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
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Your mind being pulled out of your head.
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Noise fills your thoughts,
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Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat.
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Swallow your pride,
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The strychnine's benign,
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Dissolve your cyanide,
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Enchant all my lies.
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Discretely confined,
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Coagulate my designs.
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Am I seeing so clear,
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Original sin is a hoax. [x2]
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[end of song]
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Ready?
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Tell me where are all the good times?
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The ones that set us free.
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Tell me where are all the good times?
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Tell me where are all the good times?
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I'm a lost cause,
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Sailing off course.
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I'll be good for you.
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I'll be waiting for the daze,
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I've got a handful of the antidote.
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I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel.
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I cant believe that I'm too blind to see.
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Oh,
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Tell me where are the good times? [x5]
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I'm a lost cause,
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Sailing off course. [x2]
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Attached To The Fifth Story
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