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Treasure
Break away
The shakes
The shakes
they take me
Away from the
spotlight for a fraction
Of the second and its
quite nice lighting
in that
hollowed out house that
we gutted when we wanted
something better and
Everybody's got one but
me
Couldn't have happened to a
better fucking person
so i guess it had to happen to me.
And we always change direction
Because we never fucking stop
And we always
close the curtain
on it
X marks the spot
But the Victor keeps
The truth hidden
Deep in the couch in the living room
Treasures leaking out
In that room where
we were always
beaten.
Now we set the clocks back and laugh it off
Like
It never happened.
Break away
The chains
the chains
will kill me
Release me at once
can't you see it drives me
crazy
I'm wishing for this
and I'm begging for that
its annoying
And I'm thinking
I'm way
Too late
The shakes
The shakes
they take me
Away from the
spotlight for a fraction
Of the second and its
quite nice lighting
in that
hollowed out house that
we gutted when we wanted
something better and
Everybody's got one but
me
Couldn't have happened to a
better fucking person
so i guess it had to happen to me.
And we always change direction
Because we never fucking stop
And we always
close the curtain
on it
X marks the spot
But the Victor keeps
The truth hidden
Deep in the couch in the living room
Treasures leaking out
In that room where
we were always
beaten.
Now we set the clocks back and laugh it off
Like
It never happened.
Break away
The chains
the chains
will kill me
Release me at once
can't you see it drives me
crazy
I'm wishing for this
and I'm begging for that
its annoying
And I'm thinking
I'm way
Too late
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