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fiogf49gjkf0d Reflux
Oppressor on my back, a voice inside my brain
Frustrated by attack, my stomach aches again
Manipulating dirt, accusing, now I see
I can not sit and let you drain life out of me, no
Out of my space
And out of my face
I will not faint
I know what’s going on
I’ve made some bad moves and I’ve made some good ones too
Wrongs over riding in my mind, I’ve come unglued
I’ve listened to your song so long it all seems real
But now I’m kicking in your door to show just what I feel
Out of my space
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