| Leaving life with a hand to hold
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| And I don’t wanna go back
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| We couldn’t see cause our shades were on so we lift
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| And our ego’s dead
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| And you were trapped in a ten foot scream
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| Blue stars float on a plastic screen
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| Give me something to feel alright
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| 'Cause it’s acid to my head, so come on
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| 50 miles of desert sky
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| And you were getting me off
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| We couldn’t talk so we sewed our words to our shirts
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| Where we sewed our heads
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| Master feelers on light globe beams
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| People move and shake like trees
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| Give me something to feel alright
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| 'Cause it’s acid to my head, so come on, so come on
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| So come on, so come on
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| And you’ll kick me in the head, I’m alive and I’m dead
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| And the colors shift like a fifty forture wall, common fuck
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| Don’t kill you’ve been alone, stuck sick and miles from home
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| And the forture grips as you lose control
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| Engines revved and your eyes are a night
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| And you were getting me high
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| We couldn’t love cause we break our hearts
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| On the words where we sewed our hearts
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| And you been talking behind my back
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| And you’ve been talking inside my back
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| Give me something to feel alright
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| 'Cause it’s acid to my head, so come on, so come on
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| So come on, so come on
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| And you’ll kick me in the head, I’m alive and I’m dead
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| And the colors shift like a fifty forture wall, common fuck
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| Don’t kill you’ve been alone, stuck sick and miles from home
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| And it’s acid that makes you lose, gimme acid, gimme acid, gimme acid |