dead stop on the curb
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with eyes in back of my head
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curbside inside around parking ??
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got a sore throat keeping you down
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a sick desire been creeping around
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got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest
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and the closer i am to you the thicker it gets
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a knife in the back and stuck in one place
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with a pat on the back and a slap on the face
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keep trying to see from a better position
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it's no good
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and it never really makes any difference
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if it could
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sick of having to start all over again
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here comes a big insider, turn myself in
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thinking of ways to explain everything
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this sick desire, don't you do a thing
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keep trying to see from a better position
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it's no good
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and it never really makes any difference
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if it could
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sick of having my hear right all over my face
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and the backseat drivers taking my place
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got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead
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it's a cruel reminder and it's all in my head
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cruel reminder
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| Heatmiser |
