"How you been doin`?", she said I said, "Done nothing, usual thing." Cue silence... She smiles I shrug She walks away "That`s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years covered, then." When did I become predictable?
Strobe Flickering On and off again
While you played human cannonball to a small world I`ve gone nowhere fast in a big town and stayed alone Just wasting other people`s space 24-7, 365, finding new ways to stay off my face When did I become... Go!
Strobe Flickering On and off again Strobe We are the living dead We are the living dead Dead by 30.
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