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Pre workout music.
Better to burn out than fade away
I am not in danger, I am the danger
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You should see me in a crown 
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Billie 
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The hour is out of joint
Black sun has risen
And the river of words
Is flowing on through
The cages of tradition
They’re handing out emptiness
We’ll take it, cos it’s given
Free with this plastic innocence
And these standards of living
Questions, lighted questions
Burnin’ holes into my head
Hanging like shadows o’er the sun
Staring out like the eyes of the dead
And sometimes my soul flickers
As the wind of change blows cold
Over the mire of repetition
Down the corridors of rigmarole
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