lost somewhere in the bottle and song i bet
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on static to hold the rest together
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and i want it back
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what you've leveled with a glance
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i want a language i can use
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because my words are lost on you
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and i'll scrape bottom to prove i bleed
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slit my throat to speak and let me breathe
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Earning Ire
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
