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Blinking Fast

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I die over diamonds
All the time
Little shards of glass
Directly through my veins

And panic room is stationed
And on stand by and
I dared to think oh oh
Just one more time

I'm too young
And make such a beautiful mess
I sold my car for a hit
Of revolution resolution

Sulfate on sale
Get out of my way

I call in favours
All the time
I waste my breath
On fine wine

Broken
Unstable
Let's reset the stage
And start again

I wasn't born
Wanting to die so young

I wish I wasn't born at all

I wasn't born
Wanting to die so young

But youth is wasted on the young
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