The mirror's cracking, baby
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For seven years I've told you
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What's your sexonica is
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The demon in your pocket, yeah
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And quickly like a rush
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You get the stress
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And it's all crazy more or less
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And something's triggering
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And it's a little wonder
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You still look pretty
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But underneath it's a rage
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Everybody says slow down
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You gotta level out
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You won't blow away the pain
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The fire is hot now, baby
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(Fire is hot now, baby)
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And hot can burn you
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You are keeping words inside
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And you have got to learn to exhale
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And every time we talk it's like
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Your ego manifests, but then
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I guess something's triggering
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And it's a little wonder
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You still look pretty
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But underneath it's a rage
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Everybody says slow down
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You gotta level out
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You won't blow away the pain
|
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It's a little wonder
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You still look pretty
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But underneath it's a rage (rage)
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Everybody says slow down
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You gotta level out
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You won't blow away the pain
|
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(La la la la la ..)
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Something's triggering ..
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And it's a little wonder
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You still look pretty
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But underneath it's a rage
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Everybody says slow down (slow down)
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You gotta level out (level out)
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You won't blow away the pain
|
|
The fire is hot now
|
And hot can burn you
|
You are keeping words inside
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And you have got to learn to exhale
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(La la la la la ..)
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And every time we talk it's like
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Your ego manifests, but then
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I guess something's triggering
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(What's your sexonica?)
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Yeah
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Here I Go Again
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| Alisha's Attic |
