The pulse in the bass drum
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Lulls you close enough
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For a peek of what's to come of this.
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Forming into around and right over a sound
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That has had you locked ever since it began.
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And for feeling your trap,
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Never know where you're at-
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It's just the only thing
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That ever keeps me ready for it.
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It's like I'm marching from downstream...
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But I'll never come up.
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Let them tick thier mark in my eyes
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Wearing your crown on the dress,
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You don't know what you have done-
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It's in my ruin for life.
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The sun keeps staring me down,
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Every reflection it finds
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Lamenating on my skin
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Within the scent of the night.
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Right there where people fail to excel
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I leave my kiss on the table...
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It's like I'm marching from downstream...
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But I'll never come up.
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Please say you are what you offer!
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Don't say I'm alone!
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Please say you are what you offer!
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Don't say you... !
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You're getting the best of me!
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Just what you deserve!
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You're getting the best of me!
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Just what you deserve!
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I'm getting the best of you!
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Just what I deserve!
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I'm getting the best of you!
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Just what I deserve!
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Please say you are what you offer!
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Don't say I'm alone!
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Please say you are what you offer!
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Don't say you!
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It's like I'm marching from downstream...
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But I'll never come up.
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It's like I'm marching from downstream...
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But I'll never come up
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It's like I'm marching from down-stream...
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But I'll never come up.
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It's like I'm marching... from... down... stream.
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Downstream
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American Head Charge |