many more times than i can come clean
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something wicked trips my good eye
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and down, i crash
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babbling a slippery tongue among close friends
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all i need is just ignition.. fuel to rock this engine
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i can't deny, i love the way
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it serpentines, through my veins
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paralyzed, at twenty-five
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i love the taste, hate this place
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ebony creepers barrel down upon the earth in my
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80 proof is positive of something much darker at hand
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saturation bombing of my senses
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slackened by the stingiest of missions
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to the derision of.. my.. life..
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i can't deny, i love the way
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it serpentines, through my veins
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paralyzed, at twenty-five
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i love the taste, hate this place
|
|
i can't deny, i love the way
|
it serpentines, through my veins
|
paralyzed, at twenty-five
|
i love the taste, hate this place
|
|
i can't deny, i love the way
|
it serpentines, through my veins
|
paralyzed, at twenty-five
|
i love the taste, hate this place
|
|
can't deny, i love the way
|
it serpentines, through my veins
|
paralyzed, at twenty-five
|
i love the taste, hate this place
|
hate this place
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hate this place
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Liquid Hater
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| Acumen Nation |
