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Ceschi They Hate Francisco False

One Of Us In Here Better Make It Clear About What Is Happening Because A Vacant Stare Isn't Going Anywhere And We're Still Gonna Be Floating In Hazy

[Ceschi: with a faux British accent] Francisco False, they all hate you, the way you stop to comb your hair Out to the left, because you claim that it

[Ceschi:] Next time I see you you'll be A different person maybe But gray hair wrapping your face Won't hide change between those legs Did it feel good

[Ceschi:] Well it's been long enough now, that I can laugh about it Without tear jerks, or suicidal notes And although life's changed, my feet won't

(feat. Tommy V, Max Heath) Welcome to my dream, and howwww are you? [Ceschi] Why, wake, up When such wonderful worlds are created inside of our skulls

[Ceschi:] Sleep all your problems away Sleep 'til the blood rushes out from your face Sleep so you always behave Sleep and forget that you're breathing

[Ceschi:] Look I died on you again - cause you killed, cause you killed Break a leg Francisco False - break a leg, or any limb It's impossible to win