| Squawk, seven-five
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| Zero zero mane
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| World in a barrel dripping some blood
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| Three dead riders
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| Grippin' the reigns of saturn
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| In da last plastic cup
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| Couldn’t make me into a hero
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| Couldn’t turn me into a coward
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| Whatever history that you wrote
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| Blew away in the wind on your way down from your ivory tower
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| Your words lost their power
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| You can aim down fire
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| We’ll be down here living how we want
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| Never coming back, never coming back
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| Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
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| Never coming back, never coming back
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| Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
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| You always see right through me
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| When I am lost and out of place
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| You always watch me stumble down
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| While you wait for me to drown
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| Of all the ways I’ve given in
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| I can’t believe it’s not enough
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| To satisfy my endless search for any form of love
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| So I will stay my course until you break my wrists
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| Do everything you can to keep me silent
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| You wanna start a war with all that I stand for
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| You always see right through my, my masquerade
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| I know there’s nowhere to hide
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| I’m cellophane
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| I feel like I’m gonna stay
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| I feel like I’m gonna change
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| I feel like I’m gonna stay
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| Never coming back, never coming back
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| Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
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| Never coming back, never coming back
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| Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
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| You always see right through me
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| When I am lost and out of place
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| You always watch me stumble down
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| While you wait for me to drown
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| You always see right through my, my masquerade
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| I know there’s nowhere to hide
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| I’m cellophane
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| All of the handsome fiction
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| Will melt away
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| And when the flame burns brighter
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| Evaporate
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| You always see right through my, my masquerade
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| I know there’s nowhere to hide
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| I’m cellophane
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| All of the fabrications
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| Will melt away
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| And when the flame burns hotter
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| Evaporate
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| (Step back, let go, step back, let go
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| I believe there’s meaning, no I believe there’s nothing
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| I believe there’s meaning, no I believe there’s nothing)
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| Oh, you should have listened to your friends
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| You would have been over this by now
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| (Step back, let go, step back, let go)
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| Over this by now, I’m found
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| (Who drains the blood from my head? I do, I do
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| Who accepts me as I am? |
| I do, I do)
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| (Repeat repeat, repeat repeat
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| Repeat repeat, our history)
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| What excuses do you make?
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| We own the night
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| For one good note
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| Well don’t it feel good?
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| You got what you paid for
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| Well don’t it feel good?
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| You got what you paid for |