My words are weapons in which I murder you with please don't be scared please
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do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dyslexic glue
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sniffing cybersluts with homicidal minds and handguns we are insane nothing
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will change we are insane nothing will change there is a thin line between
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what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will
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feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well
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there is nothing to save me now so i will not look down and again and again
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and again it happens again and again and again there's no beginning there is
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no end there is only change progression backwards is this where we are
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heading take back your soul forget your emptiness there is a thin line
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between what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I
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will feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope
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well there is nothing to save me now I'm falling to the ground falling to the
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ground down to the ground i speak of madness my heart and soul I cry for
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people who aint got control lets take our sanity lets take compassion and be
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responsible for every action hell no know how the way the way the way know
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how the way know how there is a thin line between what is good and what is
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evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my life is a
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circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing to save me
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now so I will not look down there is a thin line between what is good and
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what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my
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life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing
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to save me now I'm falling to the ground down to the ground all the way down.
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Tight Rope
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| Papa Roach |
