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layman's terms

turn your head, turn your head.
he's in the room.
call me dead, call me dead.
they've found a new one.

call me selfish, call me insecure.
but I can tell that you've been here before.
and it ain't nothing that's new to me.
just the same old situation, lost another piece, it's almost gone.

break it up, break it up.
and take it in.
make it stop, make it stop.
this sensation.

call me crazy, call me fucking insane.  
but I know you've been as low as me.  
you keep your money, keep your wealth and keep your fame.
I don't need that to be all I can be.
Written by agreatdiscovery
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