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Weak knees, fuck your sympathy.
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(hammer
I'll be my own best friend.
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She prays as the radio plays
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(hammer
"I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again.
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Foretold, she lives on hold.
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What is she trying to save me from?
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Blindspot in the adjacent lot,
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waiting for my time to come.
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I won't wait in this line.
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I've got nothing left in me.
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My weight on your shifting spine.
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I fuck up and you fabricate me.
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Gray days on paper plates,
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(hammer)
our vibrations collide.
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Arcane, sister's a saint.
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(hammer)
She sets herself aside.
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Pitfall, publish, appall,
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(hammer)
I fall down right in the street.
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You blow smoke, you sugarcoat,
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then you take a front row seat.
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And I think I've had enough.
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I'm not listening to it.
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Lay all of your cards on the table.
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I know that you'd take every bit.
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AG
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AG
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I won't wait in this line.
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Sooner or later it goes awry.
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And you live your life like a chore
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and I'm not listening anymore.