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Tell them conversation is slow with you I can't get anything out of you anyway Is it always cold in your bloodstream Or is it the way you come on the scene Tell them information is hard to get on you They can't get anything out of you anyway Is it always cold in your bloodstream Or is it the way you come on the scene Come on the scene Come on The scene Cannot wait to get out of here It's just another scene to bear I'm a sook from the book Take a look It's just the prime time For losing my mind It's just the right time For a lot of cold lies from you Tell them all you need is some sort of image Tell them you can be tested to the limits Tell them pumping up, pumping your brain Is the way that you come on the scene It's just the prime time for losing my mind from you (Thanks to Magic Dirt for these lyrics) From Letras Mania