| Drop like the needle
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| Today I felt the drain
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| I’ll climb back up to you
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| On ladders of the rain
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| Break them down, shake their frail beliefs
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| I’ll show them, show them a believer
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| Three hundred thousand amps
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| And I’m your warm receiver
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| When they kill the lights
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| You’ll remain my conductor
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| And if they didn’t drain your life
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| I’ll become your conductor
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| Don’t cut the connection
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| Bleed in to black clouds
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| And I will lick them clean
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| Turn to a tourniquet
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| And cinch yourself to me
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| Strike down now, shake their frail beliefs
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| And make them new born believers
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| Three hundred thousand amps
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| And I’m your warm receiver
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| When they kill the lights
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| You’ll remain my conductor
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| And if they didn’t drain your life
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| I’ll become your conductor
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| When they kill the lights
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| You’ll remain my conductor
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| You’ll remain my conductor
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| You’ll remain my conductor |