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If your instinct's always right
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How about I step aside?
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And let you do your thing again
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If there's nothing that can fool you
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How come you're all alone?
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Anything can happen now
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When you close your little eyes
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They will plunder all your dreams
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And take away your teddy bear
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I guess you fucked it up
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I guess you fucked it up this time
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Monkey see and monkey do
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Now what a fool are you
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To do just what they told you to?
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And now you know how roles can change
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You used to be so out of range
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For anything that brought you down
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Every time you go to sleep
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You get to feel how this runs so deep
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Makes nightmares out of pretty dreams
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I guess you fucked it up
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I guess you fucked it up this time
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I just wish there was something
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That you could say
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That could make me care again
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Something that would make me want to get you out of this
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But there is really nothing left
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Of anything we've had
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So now you're on your own
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So now you're all alone
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Just like you always wanted it to be
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No one to tell you how to think
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No one to tell you when to stop
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No one to tell you when to think about the fact that you fucked up
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That you fucked up
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About the fact that you fucked up
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That you fucked up
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About the fact that you fucked up
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That you fucked up again
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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They're in control now and there's nothing you can do
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Nothing you can do
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Nothing you can do
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Nothing you can do
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Nothing you can do
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Nothing you can do
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Name Fucked Up
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Artist Godhead
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Album Power Tool Stigmata
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Writtend by Hepperlin, Ullrich Gerd
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