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We're bound to wait all night, she's bound to run amok
Invested in nothing at anyhow to each his own...
The gods will sort it out, she curls her lips on a bough
And I don't know if I'm dead or not to anyone...
Come on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands to analyze...
Come on and get your overdose, collected at the borderline
They want to get up in your head...