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Andy, the highway looked so dark |
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When the black took control of my eyes |
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When something made my focus smash |
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And I'll be back when the rest of it dies |
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The voice in my head was gone |
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Every sort of person looked like hell |
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With their hands in their pockets |
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And the marks on their scalp |
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If I get a chance to breathe |
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I couldn't breathe under all of that weight, and the things that we've seen. |
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With all the dead, with their hats on their chest, and their thoughts in the leaves. |
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I can't breathe |
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(The highway looked so dark |
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I'm drowning underwater) |
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Tear the fever out of my lungs, put the cold back under my tongue. |
