Small bolts of blood shoot across
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the circumference, of his, of his eyes
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The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage
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Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise
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It's getting old now
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It's getting old now
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It's getting old
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Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced
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'cause I was there now for the worst part of it
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Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
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Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by
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His breath now breathes unfullfilment
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Which for a moment he just pushes aside
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It's getting old now
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It's getting old now
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It's getting old
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Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested
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Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced
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'cause I was there now for the worst part of this (x2)
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I twitch and cling to these, these images that I foreseen I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings
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I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2)
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Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
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Holding its breath as it all passes by
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You know, as it all passes by
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I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, it anymore (x2)
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Properly Balanced
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| The Honorary Title |
