| We are liars we are thieves
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| Scheming dildos dressed like Keef
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| Dealing tragedy and false beliefs
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| We are liars we are thieves
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| We’re the dark street at two am
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| The creeping fears yeah we are them
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| So put your face on you ball of phlegm
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| We’re the dark street at two am
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| Turn the heat up on my soul
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| Turn it up cause I’m feeling so cold
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| And it hits like a slap in the face
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| We’re the dark horse this is the race
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| We are lions in a cage
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| Pet tigers fueled on rage
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| We’re the moonlight we’re the clouds
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| We are losers, we are proud
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| We are magic we are class
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| A hand with knuckles made of brass
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| We are good times, turned bad
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| We are the action you never had
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| Turn the heat up on my soul
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| Turn it up cause I’m feeling so cold
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| And it hits like a slap in the face
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| We’re the dark horse this is the race
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| We are the sunlight we are the storm
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| We’re the idea and the form
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| We are loving we are rape
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| We are magic caught on tape
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| We are splinters from a glass
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| We’re the greatest we suck ass
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| We’re united and torn apart
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| We are the ending — and the start
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| So turn the heat up cause I’m feeling so cold
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| Turn it up till it burns my soul
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| Turn the heat up on my soul
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| Turn it up cause I’m feeling so cold
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| And it hits me like a slap in the face
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| You’re the dark horse I am the race
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| Slow night in a desolate city
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| Slow night (Slow night)
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| Slow night (Slow night)
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| Slow night in a desolate city |