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Dance across my pupils
Like you're dancing across my grave
Run down your path like you have some soul left to save

Take another stroll, walking hand in hand
It's addition by division, you'll never understand

Chorus:
Don't you think you sound a little pretentious?
Don't you speak a little high and mighty?
Your heart's been worn down, ragged and raw
Your time is up, too late to turn this thing around

Oh and don't it taste so good?
A new flavor every hour
Run down your path like you have some soul left to save

Find another hole, digging through and through
Your tunnel's caving in, you'll never learn to move

Your ship is sinking
But you just think you're swimming
It doesn't matter as long as you think you're winning
Swallow another load to keep your head from spinning

Chorus

Turn this thing around

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