| So you’re deep like the ocean
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| And got your bottles of potion
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| I believe in karma
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| Set the waves into motion
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold hands over me
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck some sense into me
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| Gold for loneliness, I will pay
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| Fuck, fuck some sense into me
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| The struggle is real
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| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real
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| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real
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| So you got all the answers
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| Hold the reigns on your dancer
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| Pull me underwater
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| Tell 'em nobody gets hurt
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold hands over me
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck some sense into me
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| Gold for loneliness, I will pay
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| Fuck, fuck some sense into me
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| The struggle is real
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| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real
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| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real
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| I’ve got my way with words
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| Don’t believe me
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| Pretend like I don’t hurt
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| I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
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| I’ve got my way with pain
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| Don’t believe me
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| I numb myself to blame
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| I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
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| Don’t, oh-oh
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| Don’t believe me, yeah, oh
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold hands over me
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| Fuck, fuck some sense into me
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| The struggle is real
|
| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real
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| When you don’t tell me how you feel 'bout this love
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| The struggle is real |