White label on the backseat Glows an artificial green I crave a midnight something I crave and something hunts me down I'm scaring everybody I'm wearing everybody down
White label on the backseat And something bends me over, down I crave an empty lifestyle I crave the very loudest sound I'm chasing everybody I'm shaking everybody down Do you hear the loudest sound? And you and me in the echo?
White label on the backseat And something warm across my lap I never bitched at anyone I never asked for my heart back I'm loving everybody And hating everyone I see Do you still remember me? Floating out on the echo
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