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Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Way down here, way down here |
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Way down here, way down here |
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Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate |
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She takes the high road and motivates |
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Love made me ill with lust, oh |
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Love made me ill with lust, oh |
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Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate |
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She takes the high road and motivates |
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It's ok, it's ok |
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I'm not ok, I'm not ok |
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Drowning, Flying, afraid of dying alone |
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Ghosts and spiders, clowns waving guns and looking down |
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High wires, empty bags, fire |
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Doctors can't heal it when temptations so loud you give |
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Sad Little words I know they know I know, Oh |
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It blinds complete, then worlds fall, give off zero light |
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Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate |
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She takes the high road and motivates |
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It's ok, it's ok |
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I'm not ok, I'm not ok |
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Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Love made me ill with lust, oh |
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Way down here, like ash and dust |
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Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in |
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Crushing heavy blue miles |
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Love made me Ill with lust, oh |
