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faced with the night fits,
the life with no pulse.
braced by your facelifts
and tasteless battles
no one's gonna win,
no one's gonna win,
no one's gonna win,
no one's gonna win.
i don't know if i can handle anymore
of thinking we're all the same,
all the same, all the same, all the same
i don't know if i can handle anymore
of thinking we're all the same,
all the same, all the same, all the same
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2. |
wish i'd have known
05:43
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wish i'd have known
what i was looking for
before it found me,
yeah it found me.
wish i'd have saved
all that breath i wasted
so caught up in them,
so caught up in then.
get stuck too often
in a state of mind,
yeah, i'm blind,
oh yeah, we're blind.
crave self-destruction
far too much.
it's my crutch,
yeah it's my crutch
now i'm falling.
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3. |
tricks
02:55
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sometimes when i'm without you,
yeah i'll dream about you.
because that's the way the mind works:
always running backwards.
i don't know anymore
what's real
or just my
mind playing tricks on me.
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4. |
witch
02:00
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witch
witch
witch
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5. |
wading through the noise
04:13
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wading through the noise
learn to let the voices guide you
through each unsolved night,
no more potion to paint you with the
brush of dreamy light--
fading all your love affairs with
truths you'll never know,
sucked into the black hole with the
rays that followed you,
not knowing what would
happen to them.
what would happen to them,
what would happen to them,
what would happen to them.
(i know i talk too much about
the light and what you see without...
i know we talk too much about
the light and what you see without)
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6. |
fill in
02:07
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you've got a secret
that's not a secret
because there are no secrets to hide
if everyone's living a lie--
united by
new hair
is the same hair
and you're still underneath,
trying not to be
unaware of
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7. |
patterns
03:56
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what's the reason for turning stars into shapes,
trying to find the pattern over time?
the lines you draw don't mean anything
until you've let them fall away
from the place you've made them stay,
no flame to heat the black clay.
how's your flat world?
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8. |
dropped yr prefix
01:24
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you dropped your prefix
on the ground,
it's broken now.
name-dropped satan
like a friend from
school.
all the little girls think she's so cool.
she's so cool.
she's so cool.
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