Crippled by the call into complete decay.
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An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste.
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Overrated, she's not faking
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Idiots collect to run a losing pace.
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And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
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And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
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The lazy voice is making noise.
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The reasons clad in vocal shrapnel.
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Settle in the call to mark the minutes by.
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A minute's thick enough to last a long, long while.
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Overrated, she's not faking
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Frozen into place, one million hateful smiles.
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And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
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And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
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The lazy voice is making noise.
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The reasons credit vocal shrapnel.
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I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
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I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
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Vocal Shrapnel
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| Archers of Loaf |
