Slow down, fade out.
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It's almost a pattern for me.
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Laid down mistakes out.
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They're all just like motions to me.
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And yeah, I could be wrong.
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Wake up your faking.
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I know that you're lying awake.
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Break off, shake down.
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I'm tired of obeying the brain.
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Crossed arms and crooked eyes.
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Begging like I'm on the line.
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I hope that there's more here in me.
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Stale from the middle in.
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My bro comes off, consider it.
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I know that it's played and it's weak.
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Wake up your faking.
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I know that you're lying awake.
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Break off, shake down.
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I'm tired of obeying the brain.
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And yeah, I could be wrong.
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Taking off.
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And yeah, I could be wrong.
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Jumping off.
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And yeah, I could be done.
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Slow down, fade out.
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It's all just a pattern for me.
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That's Not Your Real Name
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| The Early November |
