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SPLENDER
HALFWAY DOWN THE SKY |
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Monotone
Roll over monotone
I've got something to say to you
I can't speak in stereo
And I don't want you to be confused
There's no need to analyze
There's no need to form an affliction
You're so bored and paralyzed
As you're making another excuse
I can't handle it, I'm intolerant
I rip off my shirt and I deal with it
I won't through a fit, I don't give a shit
I fall flat on my face in the back
Of this one
Collect me monotone
Cause I think I'm falling to pieces
I'm so strange, you should've known
While I lick all the salt off these wounds
For this one
I'm hating myself for
I want nothing more
We have such a strange design
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