As i lean station time, I am standing
But I'm not in line
The papers read Milton skies
But no one screams that it lies
Yeah, there is news
There was a past
That I saw a while back
When the thought of me, the thought of me was far behind
It's 200 degrees
Near you below
What you run from
Ain't the cold
200 degrees, hot as hell
Cause you're stuck here
In yourself
There is news
There was a past
That I saw a while back
When the thought of me, the thought of me was far behind
Step out of line
200 degrees
It's near you below
What you run from ain't the cold
200 degrees, hot as hell
Cause you're stuck here
In yourself
It's 200 degrees
Hot as hell
Cause you're stuck here
In yourself
200 degrees
Near you below
What you run from
Ain't the cold
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