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Evermore Check your pulse, bite your tongue, to make sure That you're feeling Paranoid Go in mine, melt it down, think too much Overheating So blame it on me Yeah run your mouth

High energy The speed of sound You talk too loud And you won't put down Your guns to the ground Lock and load Sweaty hands pull a trigger that's cold Bitter freezing

Take your aim Set your sights on my thoughts and my brain Patient breathing So blame it on me Yeah run your mouth High energy The speed of sound You talk too loud

And you won't put down Your guns to the ground Move on, move on, move on, move on Move on, move on, move on Move on, move on, move on, move on Move on, move on, move on Well move on, move on, move on, move on Move on, move on, move on