I'm fine as a matter of course
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But I don't get lonely anymore
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And I'll touch is a matter of course
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But I don't feel nothing anymore
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And I scream for our manner of symptoms
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But I don't suffer anymore
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And my move is a matter of course
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But I can't feel the movement
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If silence is gold it's my part of the road
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When all of these methods you'll have
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And coding your message in binary
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There's only lines of ones and o's
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I wait for a matter a time
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I don't have to stay off anymore
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And I fight as a matter of plan
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'Cause I don't have patience anymore
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And I'll say what needs to be said
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But I won't save her anymore
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And our love is a matter of course
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'Cause I don't feel the anger anymore
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If silence is gold it's my part of the road
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When all of these methods you'll have
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And coding your message in binary
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There's only lines of ones and o's
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Your vengeance is called the victims are told
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When all of it's all that you have
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Infecting your pillar lies aside of me
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In needles fetched with pheromones
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl
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These troubles will bind us
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And ours souls like rusted machines
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl
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These troubles will bind us
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And ours souls like rusted machines
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl
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These troubles will bind us
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And ours souls like rusted machines
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Rest yourself and ease my little girl
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These troubles will bind us
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These troubles will bind us
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Rusted Machines
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Further Seems Forever |