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cut the the engine when i'm all revved up pullthe rug beneath my feet pull the the trigger when i'm wound uo then you turn your back on me then you say that i'm talking too much but i'm just talking to myself and whether you like it or not you'll never ask for help
breathing for you can't be all in my head changing scares you this all in your head beware i swear i will be waiting there
draw the battlelines and back me down to the corner with such ease turn the knife til i'm so worked up all i do is aim to please the power balance is now upside down with a sudden change of gears every single word is now washed up by your crocodile tears
breathing for you can't be all in my head changing scares you this all in your head beware i swear i will be waiting there
the setting sun crumbles in the distance feeble words meeting new resistance tired games, do they make a difference tired games, tired games
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