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Beck 'n Call
01:41
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Drinking poison for my curiosity
I can feel it all the way down my spine
I can feel it all the way down my spine
Drinking poison for my curiosity
I'm a wrecking ball, I'm a rolling stone
I'm at your beck 'n call, and I'm not alone
I'm a rolling stone, I'm a wrecking ball
I'm at your beck 'n call I'm at your beck 'n call
Drinking poison for my curiosity
I can feel it all the way down my spine
I can feel it all the way down my spine
Drinking poison for my curiosity
I'm feeling right, I'm feeling good
Haven't crossed my mind, and I wish you would
I'm a malcontent with no chance at all
at your beck and call, I'm at your beck and call
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So calculated, I miss your hatred
Could anyone become undone
In eyes so complicated
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it at all
Misbehavers, and living failures
The counter culture pecking order's
Got no time for favors
Times of madness, and walking sadness
Where lack of fun becomes a gun
Just aiming at our faces
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it at all
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it at all
Misbegotten is all I've gotten
No time to think, it's time to sink
In memories best forgotten
The darker places, and angry faces
spilling their blood, crawl through the mud
at dreams we're all left chasing
Sun sets through power lines
The sky is glowing gold and pink
Stuck in the sands of time
I feel my feet begin to sink
You want to taste my blood
in every coffee that you drink
You want to waste my time
So I have none left for to think
So calculated, i miss your hatred
Could anyone become undone with eyes so complicated
Sun sets through power lines
The sky is glowing gold and pink
Stuck in the sands of time
I feel my feet begin to sink
You want to taste my blood
in every coffee that you drink
You want to waste my time
So I have none left for to think
Misbehavers, and living failures
The counter culture pecking order's
Got no time for favors
you live in madness, and walking sadness
Where lack of fun becomes a gun
Just pointed at our faces
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it at all
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it,
I don't wanna feel it at all
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