Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home
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I'll stop the world 'cause this plan is slow
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Wait across the street in the parking lot
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The tree is dead, the front door is locked
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The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled
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Grabbed us by the throat then I choked and stumbled
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This will never work, this will never work
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Check my pulse as I swallow dirt
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I'm cutting myself with my own morals
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I never meant to write about you
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(I never meant to write about you)
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The one contact that I loved so much
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But passing my own heart
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What could possibly be within?
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Do you think about your actions?
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Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
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(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
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The dullness of existence
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(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
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The dullness of existence
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(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)
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And I have no sympathy for this
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He needs somebody else to leech off of
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(Somebody else to leech off of)
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The one contact that I loved so much
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But passing my own heart
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What could possibly be within?
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Do you think about your actions?
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Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
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(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
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The dullness of existence
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(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
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The dullness of existence
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(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)
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Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote
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It's fucking mind over matter
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Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote
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It's fucking mind over matter
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Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote
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It's fucking mind over matter
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Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote
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It's fucking mind over matter
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My concepts are rested
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And manifest in ways you can't forget
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My concepts are rested
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And manifest in ways you can't forget
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(My concepts are rested)
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If you're gonna wear the uniform
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You better sell the cookies
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Don't come to my house asking for a handout
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(My concepts are rested)
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If you're gonna wear the uniform
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Sell the fucking cookies
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Don't come to my house...
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Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2
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Dance Gavin Dance |