| The world is a fiction for the fools to sell
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| I found a new addiction, another story to tell
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| I’ve got myself a job, I’m doing well
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| I built a passway, brick by brick, to hell
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| I live my life without a backup plan
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| The stakes are high but I don’t give a damn
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| Leave me, you don’t wanna know me
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| You’re better off without me
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| Leave me while you can
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| You can always try me, but you can never save me
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| Never understand, you’ve gotta face the way I am
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| A self-description says I’m a warning sign
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| A walking contradiction with complicated mind
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| I’ve fooled around enough to fill my shoes
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| I won’t do the last dance to another’s tune
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| Let’s play it by my rules
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| You’ve got to face the way I am
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| It’s the first day of my last days
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| I’m far away from yesterday
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| Leave me, you don’t wanna know me
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| You’re better off without me
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| Leave me while you can
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| You can always try me, but you can never save me
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| Never understand, you’ve gotta face the way I am
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| Back, back, back
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| Back, back, back
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| Back, back, back
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| Oh
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| Back, back, back
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Welcome to the SINdicate)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (You're better off without)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (The world is a fiction)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (And there’s no way out)
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| Leave me, you don’t wanna know me
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| You’re better off without me
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| Leave me while you can
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| You can always try me, but you can never save me
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| Never understand, you’ve gotta face the way I am
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back
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| Back in the SINdicate
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| I’m back in the SINdicate
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| Back in the SINdicate |