| What is it that makes you do
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| Things that will bring harm to you
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| What is it that fills your head
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| And keeps you in your smoky bed
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| What is it that makes you lie
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| To yourself you don’t know why
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| What is it that has the power
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| To keep you coming back for more
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| You’re blinded eyes
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| What is it that makes you drink
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| Destroys your mind so you can’t think
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| What is it that makes you take
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| Another fix, there’s no escape
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| What is it you sacrifice
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| Your everything, your very life
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| What is it that pulls you down
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| And kicks you when you’re on the ground
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| You’re running dry
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| Is there some place I can go
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| Is there some place I can lie
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| Take me under your wing
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| I need to fill this space inside
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| Made in a shape of light
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| Vocoder
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| What is it that ties your hands
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| Trips you up and claims the land
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| What is it that makes you laugh
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| For a while, then all is dry
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| What is it that pushes you
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| Closer to the edge, each time
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| What is it that makes you pay
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| You’re giving everything away
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| It’s time to rise
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| Is there some place I can go
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| Is there some place I can lie
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| Take me under your wing
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| I need to fill this space inside
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| Is there some place I can go
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| Is there some place I can lie
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| Take me under your wing
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| I need to fill this space inside
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| Made in a shape of light
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| Vocoder
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| Is there some place I can go
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| Is there some place I can lie
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| Take me under your wing
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| I need to fill this space inside
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| Is there some place I can go
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| Is there some place I can lie
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| Take me under your wing
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| I need to fill this space inside
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| Made in a shape of light |