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So many times, so many times
Complete the crime, complete the stories
I should have known this inner feeling
Is all about these messy people
Grant his pardon and be forgotten
Show the true blue and cut your arm off
Cut your arm off

Follow me and shed your stories
Follow me and strike the worries
Follow me and show the reason
For this infernal competition
Follow me and spread the word of
All the people who go unheard

So many times, so many times
A thousand heads, they talk in rhyme
The useless words commit more crime [more crime]
A case of mindless intuition
A case of finding inner vision
I drop a bomb, you drive a car
And when we crack, we crack so hard
The nurses come to hear our stories
These flowers talk, my flowers talk
And so these people take what is mine

You hit hard, you hit hit hard [???]

So many times I've swallowed hole
So many times, so many times
You hit hard, you hit hit hard
I hear you walk, you shimmer down
This funny feeling is called a sound
This is no time for heavy breathing
You hit hard, you hit hit hard
And so it says and so it comes
I fumble down and crumble over
And finger through this dreaded number
Don't play around with shaded fevers
My persons lost into forever
The sound of music and lighted gardens
A fire's burning but not in my home
Not in my home, not in my home

The same song, the same old song
The same song, the same old song
[x2]

I'm just searching for the heart of stone
So many times, so many times    Complete the crime, complete the stories    I should have known this inner feeling    Is all about these messy people    Grant his pardon and be forgotten    Show the true blue and cut your arm off    Cut your arm off       Follow me and shed your stories    Follow me and strike the worries    Follow me and show the reason    For this infernal competition    Follow me and spread the word of    All the people who go unheard       So many times, so many times    A thousand heads, they talk in rhyme    The useless words commit more crime [more crime]    A case of mindless intuition    A case of finding inner vision    I drop a bomb, you drive a car    And when we crack, we crack so hard    The nurses come to hear our stories    These flowers talk, my flowers talk    And so these people take what is mine       You hit hard, you hit hit hard [???]       So many times I've swallowed hole    So many times, so many times    You hit hard, you hit hit hard    I hear you walk, you shimmer down    This funny feeling is called a sound    This is no time for heavy breathing    You hit hard, you hit hit hard    And so it says and so it comes    I fumble down and crumble over    And finger through this dreaded number    Don't play around with shaded fevers    My persons lost into forever    The sound of music and lighted gardens    A fire's burning but not in my home    Not in my home, not in my home       The same song, the same old song    The same song, the same old song    [x2]       I'm just searching for the heart of stone
 
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