I feel like hell. I've caught the sickness once again.
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And I don't feel right!
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I ain't gettin' up. Think I'm slippin' away.
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I want to soar like the prophets before,
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Addicted to the turbulence.
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Sucked in under false pretense.
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I wanna say what needs to be said.
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Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in.
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These palms don't lie I can't focus, when the statics on.
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Routines I hide don't mind killing this secrets mine.
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I want to soar like the prophets before,
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Addicted to the turbulence.
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Sucked in under false pretense.
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I wanna say what needs to be said.
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Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in.
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Got to stop myself I can't take this.
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When I fall the clouds won't cradle.
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Oh how tempting they are, make you feel like you have it all.
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DRIVE ME MAD A FULL ON RAMPAGE!
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THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE
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Wylie
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| Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster |
