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| Artist(s) | Incubus
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| Album(s) | - |
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Follow me down.
Swallow it down.
A little bit of something instigating your frown.
The moon on the town, the blood on your gown.
You're always picturesque.
Stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
I used to think about it then I...
Chose the word indulgence, now I...
Just need some more to stand my own.
Why I live this way Who knows.
Why I live this way He knows.
Is this damnation Or a beginning
I'll take B .
To instigate the thought into my.
And visualize the blood as the life.
Is to bend the wheel of my own kind.
I wish you'd see the hope in my eye.
All in all sublime on this side.
Then again you'd have to leave this life...
....behind.
Why I live this way Who knows.
Why I live this way He knows.
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