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I'm unstable, I'm a mess
Are words that came to mind
I'm unable to regret
The words that came to life

It's a game where we pretend
I never crossed the line
He's a neighbor, she's a friend
A perfect compromise

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd

She's a victim, she's a threat
A tightrope conga line
When you know that there's a net
You might just fall to fly

I'm addicted, I'm obsessed
With making you complete
Nothing can hold me back
Except a lack of sleep

I've been
Stuck in my ways (x8)

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