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Scarred open wounds |
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The needle, it dances |
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And glows through the skin |
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Under lights that burn so bright |
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And roads we see at night |
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The light has faded |
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Through the windows |
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Destroy to destroy |
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Landscapes and people you know and people you don't |
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Wards of empty patients just to sleep away the days |
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The light has faded |
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Through the windows |
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Last call on the waterfront |
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As the kids all stare |
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Into thin air |
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You wait for your breath to come |
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The fantasy of reality goes rushing through your head |
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Just a symphony of a restless dream down to your fingertips |
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Last call on the waterfront |
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As the kids all stare |
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Into thin air |
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You wait for your breath to come |