I've been waitin on the overdrive.
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Slick and polished on the inside.
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It ruins feeding time.
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I'll recover in an empty room.
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In remission from a real mood.
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Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.
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Why can't we hide, our secret lives?
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Why can't we climb, this useless height?
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You hide your time, so well.
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
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You hide your scars, so well.
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I'll recover if you want me to.
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Dig my way out of my black mood.
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Wait for the sun to fade.
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Why can't we hide, our useless lives?
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You hide your time, so well.
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
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You hide your scars, so well.
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You hide your time, so well.
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
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You hide your scars, so well.
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And nothing matters anymore. [x6]
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(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
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(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
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(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
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(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
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(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
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(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
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My Recovery Injection
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| Biffy Clyro |
