You have no interest in the past Where you came from Where youre going to Theres a cliche in your eye File the edges down Soon be underground Theres nothing here for you under the sun Theres nothing new to do, its all been done So put your faith in another place Never seem to get away from this Its all falling into an abyss So put your foot on the pedal boy All you know is secondhand The bullet passed through the cage inside you You stole the only thing you love So unfaithful, the drop is fatal
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