The Unliquid
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I can't see rusty chains, baby
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I can't see, but I'm slave
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It's my soul-searching time, but I
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Stuck in a rut and feel low.
Step on it, dust from wheel shut in
My snows of yesteryear
Here and now, seems so real, baby
Tear along the sunbeams.
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Fast faster, it's too late back up, point of no return,
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Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust
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I'm sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah
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My sweetheart monetary trap