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I know There is something more than being here I go Outside to find the place to hide from me I run Down to the driveway, shaking, waiting She comes To the van but then her door slides open Got my paint ball gun Throwing marbles at windows That's my style They say I'm maladjusted I don't know, I haven't read my file Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everybody's coming along Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everything is so right, it's wrong We go Beyond the wall of sleep to find There's no Stops until the end of time We slow Then drop off an eternal dive Let go What are the things that make you seem alive? The road ahead is melting Broken beams of color flashing by The gas inside is mixing Mister Bank cheaps, do you have the lie? Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everybody's coming along Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everything is so right, it's wrong Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everybody's coming along Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everything is so right, it's wrong Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everybody's coming along Suicide van Suicide van Suicide Everybody... La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |