Tekster:
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When we're not feeling strong, we grab the mic and sing along... Na na na na, etc. Whenever I go to a show it always feels like I've been time warped

Night displaying the face of loyalty and my tiresome attractions were like blows to the knee. And it's all the same when there is no chance that you

You won't even hear me coming. Flattery honed like a radar detector. I've mastered the art of procrastination and I've come prepared for situations alike

Hey there anonymous, this doesn't concern you. Notice the expiration sly. Resignation imposed as I've been shedding the seconds and applying the formula

The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Look alive. A nervous narcotic speaks

Paranoia seeks its victims. This is bad news, for I've lost my head again. Even the faint at heart are babbling catch phrases. Oh god, someone deafen

I observed the little things: the swaying of scarves, the king of hearts' clever suicide attempt, a slowly decaying corpse sprinkled with shotgun shells

When we're not feeling strong, we grab the mic and sing along... Na na na na, etc. Whenever I go to a show it always feels like I've been time warped