Lyrics
Took my last ride on the bullet train
Things flew by so fast I can’t explain.
Disease.
I need something, sell me something new.
I need someone just to pull me through
The battery’s charging, but the engineis blown.
I stand in the shadows to get you on the phone.
I have a sickness
You know it, too.
Yeah, I have a sickness.
You know it’s true
Disease.
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