I step unwind to hear the stereo
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Emission translates itself ethereal
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Regress take time about my confidence
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Hold my whine to keep my reference
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They say that luck can get you anywhere
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But for me its just a thorn in my side,
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I can¡¯t hide,
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The little facial twitch that keeps me
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Undefined in my mind
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I cast aside a certain mark
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That makes me realize
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[Chorus:]
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My shirts on backwards and inside out
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Could it be more wrong that it is right now
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I gotta cut back anyway
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You gotta, you gotta, you gotta
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I gotta cut back anyway
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Polysemous lines from your personology
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Forgotten like mixing my work with botany
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Class restrictions mold the lines on your face
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Aesthetic value runs your rabbit race
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They say that luck can get you anywhere
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But for me its just a thorn in my side,
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I can¡¯t hide,
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The little facial twitch that keeps me
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Undefined in my mind
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I cast aside a certain mark
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That makes me realize
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[Chorus]
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Can¡¯t stop my head from spinning
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So high I must be dreaming
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Create my last incision
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For the one and me
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Your life you can¡¯t stop living
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Theres more to life than misery
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The stones that cover my face
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Let go, one last time
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You gotta let go, you gotta let go
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My shirts on backwards and inside out
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Could it be more wrong that it is right now
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One more thing before I go
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My shirts on backwards and inside out
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Could it be more wrong that it is right now
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I gotta cut back anyway
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I gotta cut back anyway
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I gotta cut back anyway
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Irreversible
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Quietdrive |