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Some wounds never heal |
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They just bleed a little slower |
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It's never over |
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And if you make it home |
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Death white skin and bones, |
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Can you face the thought |
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Of another night alone? |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Flying saucers stopping by |
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It all comes flooding back |
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When I sit at the automat |
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How, how can you know |
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What the void holds for you |
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And will you make it through |
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All alone |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Flying saucers stopping by |
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It all comes flooding back |
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When I sit at the automat |
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No answers in your cup |
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No solace in your chains |
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Oh believe me |
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Here they come again |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Flying Saucers stopping by |
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It all comes flooding back |
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When I sit at the automat |
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Automat |
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Automat |
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Automat |
