Your mind is ticking like a bomb
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Your center grating in the fog
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The pain will keep your senses quick
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They crack your soul on the pavement
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But all in all you can't disguise it
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And all in all it's useless to fight it
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The show's about to begin
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Let's sit right back and crash it
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This is the small roll of the dice
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But everyone will have their vice
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Senses grind right through their teeth
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The madness sets in like concrete
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But all in all you can't disguise it
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And all in all it's useless to fight it
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The show's about to begin
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Let's sit right back and crash it
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This life is pure fiction
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No more reality
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Your body's your affliction
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Your soul cannot release
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Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
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Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
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Your mind is gripping in the dark
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This broken light pulls us apart
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Symphonic blues memories read
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Your heart is pulling the last thread
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But all in all you can't disguise it
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And all in all it's useless to fight it
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The show's about to begin
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Let's sit right back and crash it
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The Show's About To Begin
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| B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) |
