| You always keep me coming back for more
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| So many faces in the world but I want yours
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| The way you make me feel inside my bones
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| I can’t remember how it feels to be alone
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| And when you call my phone late at night
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| Anticipation always burns me up inside
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| Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
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| Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
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| It’s analogy backfire, in the cliché storm of backwards prose
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| Shoot the agony beam
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| Wearing sacrificial clothes
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| I haven’t slept for weeks
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| Just a couple more and I’ll be yours
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| I’ll be coming homing again
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| And we’ll tear apart those sheets
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| And forget the world, a little while
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| Get to know your form again
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| Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
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| I want to hear what you’re seeing
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| Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
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| I want to know what you’re feeling
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| If it’s making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines?
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| If it’s moves and breathes it’s fine, don’t let it mess with your mind
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| Paging Dr mess your patient’s throwing food and ate his robe
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| You always keep me coming back for more
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| So many faces in the world but I want yours
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| The way you make me feel inside my bones
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| I can’t remember how it feels to be alone
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| And when you call my phone late at night
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| Anticipation always burns me up inside
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| Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
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| Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
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| It’s analogy backfire, in the cliché storm of backwards prose
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| Shoot the agony beam
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| Wearing sacrificial clothes
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| Quantum something can do anything
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| (Easier said than done)
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| An accidental public confession was made
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| (Can't be the only one)
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| I was in a viper fight, but I’m alright
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| (That jacket looks good on most people)
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| Confused cause I’m too dumb to find the light
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| (Finally exiled)
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| Overcome by circumstance
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| I put my life in the devil’s hands
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| Fell lower than before, lower than ever before
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| I know it’s hard to forgive me now, but I swear I’ve taught myself how
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| To barricade the door
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| I won’t go there anymore
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| Overcome by circumstance, separated by consequence
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| I fell lower than before, lower than I have before
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| If I could just get through to you, we could put in the final screws
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| To the barricade the door
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| And start back where we were
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| Carcinogenic isotope, we need the A-team montage
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| Disregard the message from the ending of the album |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Off the Lights. I'm Watching Back to the Future pt. II, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Acceptance Speech, in the genre Пост-хардкор