Locked legs and A tilted brow.
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You thought you had me all figured out
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but that was then, and this is now
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In my dreams I see the road ahead of me
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as clear as the sunlight that warms my feel
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This evening I'm sporting that hot new scent.
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The one reeking of carelessness. So cliche, So over it.
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Like another rich kid running alone
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Well I'm mixed and molded. And just center folded.
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Compound the thought of contrast,
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Is it regret or just hot flash?
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We're not leavin' this town 'till we get our glory.
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No witnesses, No fucking stories.
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I'm coming back to haunt your dreams
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After A life of suffering
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This evening I'm sporting that hot new scent.
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The one reeking of carelessness.
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So cliche. So over it.
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Like another rich kid running alone
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I can see it's just not me, Or am I losin' my mind?
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I'm seein' the same old town in A different light, And piercing sound.
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Oh we're beat and tought to lie when caught.
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Objectify A set fate, No No No No No
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(Don't Hesitate)
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Remember everything you see here tonight.
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This is one for the books.
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Hot Flash
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| Odd Project |
