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W.W.S.P.
02:03
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W.W.S.P
She took me down her palace
Showed me all of her greatest treats
Trust and answers close to a heart
Once chained, now ripped
A chainsaw hurts less than this!
Oh valkerie, oh fears
Please, give me a name
All I wanted was a fair judgement
If criminals can have one, then why can't I?
Trust is something nailed to a cross
Its been bad to me, again!
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Nosedive
02:56
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Nosedive
Pinch out my last pence and my desire
Your speaches taste like fire
And all the beauty in all our lies
The downward spiral goes counter clockwise
Pearce my wounds as I heal
Make me understand why
Every time I look at me
I die a litte more inside
You can better start to drill
If you want to reach a heart
Its been freezing there for everyone
Till death does them part
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Pseudorealism
I saw rain as I passed
To describe the seriousness
Lets have a talk I said it loud
What am I thinking about whats going through my mind
I don't understand time
But I am smart enough to know its running out
where do you begin to put things straight
I've been passing it on the hands of fate
Save me from a mind to free, because
I can't control
Save me from insanity
Because happiness comes with a toll
I tried to put out fire with fire
but I watched it burn my hands
I tried to fight it with fire
And I allowed it to burn my hands
I don't know what to say
Is this real and happening to me
I saw this once on TV
Far away from me and from reality
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