| There’s a flaw in the system
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| There’s a crack in the sky
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| I’ve taken the steps
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| But I’m not feeling high
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| There’s not enough money
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| And there aren’t enough girls
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| Pretty sure these are signs
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Take a deep breath
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| You’re just spinning out
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| What are the signs?
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| What are you talking about?
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| The money and the girls
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| They’re just transaction
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| The better your angle
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| The bigger your fraction
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| This can’t be right, I climbed my climb
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| All I see is soot and slime
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| I don’t feel good, and that’s a crime
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| Feels like I’m killing, killing time
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| We’re on our way, we’re in our prime
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| Enjoy the spoils, ignore the crime
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| Somewhere the scent of burning line
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| Maybe it’s killing, killing time
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| Maybe it’s me, or it’s you, or it’s us
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| My head is on fire and there is no 'because'
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| I gotta get out or it will not be pretty
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| Wanna wreck some shit, or blow up the city
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| It’s the end of the world, veil is slipping
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| The end of the world, not just tripping
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| The end of the world rushing at us
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| The end of the world, nothing matters
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| Oh my god, breaking my heart
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| Pretty funny guy when you fall apart
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| Get another drink, do another line
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| We’re killing time, we’re killing time
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| Don’t know about you, but I feel alright
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| Got a table and a bottle, put in our lives
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| Well, don’t you see heaven is state of mind?
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| We’re killing time, we’re killing time
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| We’re killing time |