White label on the backseat Glows an artificial green I crave a midnight something I crave and something hunts me down Im scaring everybody Im wearing everybody down White label on the backseat And something bends me over down I crave an empty lifestyle I crave the very loudest sound Im chasing everybody Im shaking everybody down Do you hear the loudest sound And you and me in the echo White label on the backseat And something warm across my lap I never bitched at anyone I never asked for my heart back Im loving everybody And hating everyone I see Do you hear the loudest sound Floating out on the echo
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