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We were made out of lightning |
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Sufferin' pain we should see by now |
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And we were burnt down like Catholics |
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On a winter road, never so cold |
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And I abandon my family |
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In a fit of rage, in a fit of want for you |
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Cause there's nothing else to do when you're confused |
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When you're confused |
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You coddle, and you're cat-like |
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I am scared |
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Your bald tongue, your right hand, your last piece |
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And I never really knew, who'd you see |
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It's okay, it's okay, it's okay |
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Now I, I keep it inside of me |
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Hoping you one day will let me go |
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It's the end, it's nothing I ended |
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So grab your arms, and dive into the night, into the night |
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I am not your savior |
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I'm just a friend keeping you alive |
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And eye sight proves that you're haunted |
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The same way that you speak all the time |
