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Leaving life with a hand to hold |
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And I don't wanna go back |
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We couldn't see cause our shades were on so we lift |
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And our ego's dead |
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And you were trapped in a ten foot scream |
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Blue stars float on a plastic screen |
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Give me something to feel alright |
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Cause its acid to my head |
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So come on |
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50 miles of desert sky |
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And you were getting me off |
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We couldn't talk so we sewed our words to our shirts |
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Where we sewed our heads |
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Master feelers on light globe beams |
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People move and shake like trees |
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Give me something to feel alright |
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Cause it's acid to my head |
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So come on |
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And you'll kick me in the head |
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I'm alive and I'm dead |
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And the colors shift like a fifty forture wall |
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(fifty four foot wall) |
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Common fuck |
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Don't kill you've been alone |
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Stuck sick and miles from home |
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And the forture grips as you lose control |
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Engines revved and your eyes are a night |
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And you were getting me high |
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We couldn't love cause we break our hearts on the words where we sewed our hearts |
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And you been talking behind my back |
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And you've been talking inside my back |
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Give me something to feel alright |
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Cause it's acid to my head |
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So come on |
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And you'll kick me in the head |
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I'm alive and I'm dead |
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And the colors shift like a fifty forture wall |
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Common fuck |
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Don't kill you've been alone |
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Stuck sick and miles from home |
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And it's acid that makes you lose |
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Gimme acid |
