You want to leave it? I see you coming 'round again
Just as you walk away, it follows you
And it feels like I'm on empty
But I'm at your servo, lighting my cigarette
I fall onto the surface, where I see the failure of those neat old lies
I'd flee into the abyss, the next century where I don't know my name
Is that all you need? 'Cause it's all I need, to get up and get out
And reality, I don't think it's for me.
Imma hangin' in a dreamworld from now on
Havoc comes and havoc goes, if you're on top you never know.
I fall onto the surface where I see the failure of those neat old lies
I'd flee into the abyss, the next century where I don't know my name
I've got something to admit I'm a backseat liver man, I'm a backseat liver man
I've got something to admit I'm a backseat liver man, I'm a backseat liver man
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