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Take this awful pain

That cracked the spinal code transmission to my brain.

Before my eyes, the birth of textures

And the stimulating feeling in my sensors.



Her memories, like medications,

They`re there to break my fall,

But dangerous mixed with.



And it isn`t the voice that ideals I tend to believe.

Wait a minute; your stomach`s filled with such hypocracy.

And is it the fact that you`re an ordinary American?



But when we get home

Will you be there to show me all the pieces

That I`ve never seen before?

And when you adore

The life that I have left behind

Because it is now washed up on the shore.



Place these citizens

Into a situation where they have to live

Eye for an eye.

They never figured

There was another side and backlash to her pleasure.



And it isn`t the voice that ideals I tend to believe.

Wait a minute; your stomach`s filled with such hypocracy.

And is it the fact that you`re an ordinary American?



But when we get home,

Will you be there to show me all the pieces

That I`ve never seen before?

And when you adore

The life that I have left behind

Because it is now washed up on the shore.



Her memories, like medication,

They`re there to break my fall,

So I`m burning down the hospital

Take this awful pain

That cracked the spinal code transmission to my brain.

Before my eyes, the birth of textures

And the stimulating feeling in my sensors.



Her memories, like medications,

They`re there to break my fall,

But dangerous mixed with.



And it isn`t the voice that ideals I tend to believe.

Wait a minute; your stomach`s filled with such hypocracy.

And is it the fact that you`re an ordinary American?



But when we get home

Will you be there to show me all the pieces

That I`ve never seen before?

And when you adore

The life that I have left behind

Because it is now washed up on the shore.



Place these citizens

Into a situation where they have to live

Eye for an eye.

They never figured

There was another side and backlash to her pleasure.



And it isn`t the voice that ideals I tend to believe.

Wait a minute; your stomach`s filled with such hypocracy.

And is it the fact that you`re an ordinary American?



But when we get home,

Will you be there to show me all the pieces

That I`ve never seen before?

And when you adore

The life that I have left behind

Because it is now washed up on the shore.



Her memories, like medication,

They`re there to break my fall,

So I`m burning down the hospital

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