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Smoky rooms and red shades / Are another long night
Last resorts and twisted thoughts / Are where all they all hide
Laid down again / My face is on the line
The pleasure is a cage for future selves / ‘Hit me up.’

Toxic, epoxy eyes s-s-staring / L-l-longing for a fix
Black thoughts and desperate deeds / Off balance
Splashing my face with the details that I’m only forgetting -
for fear of repeating the consequences that I’ve fed
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Get out before it takes place again
Get out, get out, get out, get out
So it's come to this now I fly on and up, yet backwards

Get out before it takes place again
(Get up get it and roll you’ve got credit)
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
You can’t hear morning
(Dance, dance, dance if you gotta!)
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He displayed his anger - so much more than his ambition
She stains vile and sticky tan - on ice cream pure sheets
Forcing re-admission - masked and veiled as innocence
She's sucking out the goodness from the men that she meets

Empty lack of self - and unobtainable volition
Living in a blur - of sickly sweet self destruction
The trick is in consciously trying to remember to learn -
it’s hesitant recurrence reborn
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Get out before it takes place again
(Get up get it and roll you’ve got credit)
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
So it's come to this now I fly on and up, yet backwards
(Dance, dance, dance if you wanna!)


All the kids still want something.

This shit's not conducive to the house that I'm building.