| Deep down the most desired road
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| They see a golden son
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| You’re not the only one
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| Dig out the soul but they see it the same
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| The quicker digestion
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| The easier way
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| Don’t wanna know who you really are
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| Don’t wanna know what you want
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| What you’re begging for
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| The pheromones eating through your blood
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| Break down, break down, break
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| (Nowhere to go)
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| Imitation of imitation
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| Your reflection’s just an animation of (Rite of)
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| Passage forgotten, now just labeled insane
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| The door’s been kicked open
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| And they’ll sloth through the frame
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| Open your eyes two needles wide
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| In the double speed age, the truth is easy to hide
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| Just along for the broken ride
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| They’ve bought it, absorbed it, it’s inside their DNA
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| Don’t wanna know who you really are
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| Don’t wanna know what you want
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| What you’re begging for
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| The pheromones eating through your blood
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| Break down, break down
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| Don’t wanna know who you really are
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| Don’t wanna know what you want
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| What you’re begging for
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| The pheromones eating through your blood
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| Break down, break down, break
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| An imitation of my imagination
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| Of grinding through the dentin
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| A broken record in the basement
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| The old toy you used to play with
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| You lied, I’ve tried to forgive
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| But it wants both of us now
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| Don’t wanna know who you really are
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| Don’t wanna know what you want
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| What you’re begging for
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| The pheromones eating through your blood
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| Break down, break down
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| Don’t wanna know who you really are
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| Break down, break down, break
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| Only one way down |