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Don´t drink me I´m like turpentine
Make you blind, burn your insides
If I don´t know me then I don´t know you
Can´t figure out what I´m supposed to do
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
There´s a killer in me and a killer in you
A little talent but a lot would do
If I don´t know me then I don´t know you
I don´t know why I do the things I do
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
I ain´t running away from my mind this time
Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep
Alien to all you meet
It´s the season of the witch, it´s the season of the spin
And nobody knows what state we´re in
It´s the season of the witch, it´s the season of the spin
And nobody knows the trouble we´re in
It´s the season of the witch, it´s the season of the spin