must have read a thousand faces
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must have robbed them of their cause
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sickened thirst, sickened thirst
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keeps it together
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soft white glow in the cranium
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a bulls eye made sedated
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beware
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must have read a thousand faces
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and all these voices won't give up
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sickened thirst, sickened thirst
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glues it together
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a catatonic leisure
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at 1000 miles per hour
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beware
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so who's in charge here
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barking out loud so clear
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because i'd really like to meet him
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uproar east, strike west
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have you ever tasted skin
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sink your, sink your teeth in it
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Arcarsenal
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At The Drive-In |