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