Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock
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There is no sanctuary, you want to do this...right now
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Your blank look tells me, you're not to thrilled at all
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To stand here face-to-face with me
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You want to stab at me, right now, not tomorrow
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'Cause there's a fine line between me and them
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Call it a rift
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I can't just look you in the eye without just crying/laughing
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I speak with death-threat tone...
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you and yours want to make a name
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Pack it up and move on right now, no tomorrow
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'Cause there's a fine line between me and them
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Call it a...
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I will decide
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There's pressure, revolving, absorbing, unloading, depreciated
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Step on the foot of Excelcier, a net in the womb of the aftermath
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The problem ahead is that "fine line" that keeps us apart
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A fence there in the middle/keeps us apart again
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Everyone Hates Everyone
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Superjoint Ritual |