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Evening news is coming out my ears |
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My splitting head cracks open every fifteen minutes |
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I read the newspapers review so how did you think you'd do? |
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Another standing ovation I'm sure, something that you can hold on to |
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And I can just picture you in that big empty house all alone |
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Listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of your telephone |
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So turn on all of your lights and do what you must to survive |
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Stay close to the floor and don't make a sound |
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Cause the bender of my truth |
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And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you |
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My dark can cut through molted rock |
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But it gets burned when it tastes decent-ion come through these wires |
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And you probably don't notice it but shocking pulling at the roof of your mouth |
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I, I can taste it, I can feel it when I, when I talk to you |
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I can feel it too, |
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Turn off all of the lights and hope that you're safe tonight |
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My eyes are now shields to the benders of pride |
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Sneak up to see through the darkest nothing, nothing, nothing to find you |
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And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you, |
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Nothing can hurt you |
