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The flimsy way I stand up straight Shows me how I always break But I like the hurt, I like the worst I like that I'm always in a slow burn I'm in a slow burn These thoughts I think all of the time They oversaturate my mind Perception turns to black and white My truth is blind These thoughts I think all of the time They oversaturate real life Replayed to death behind my eyes My truth is blind I roll you up, a cigarette I fill my lungs up with your death Exhale concern, exhale the worst Exhale all that smoke from a slow burn I'm in a slow burn These thoughts I think all of the time They oversaturate my mind Perception turns to black and white My truth is blind Letras de canciones These thoughts I think all of the time They oversaturate real life Replayed to death behind my eyes My truth is blind From Letras Mania