| And he’ll be dead in an hour
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| Here’s your phone back, a taxi is coming now
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| And let me know when you leave
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| We’ll melt the plastic and find out what’s underneath,
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| Underneath
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| You’ve got to kill your doubt
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| Open your mouth up and spit all the white noise out
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| And half past ten I call back
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| I put on war paint and act like I never asked
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| My blood turns white
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| I can’t believe what you just said
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| I’ve been through this before, I hoped I never would again
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| As girls shine like magazines
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| Avoid us like falling masonry
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| I had to ask myself, what are you thinking?
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| My mouth is filling with glass, what are you thinking?
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| My blood is laced with caffeine
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| Melt through the plastic and find out what’s underneath
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| The music is louder than God
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| The future is rushing at me like asphalt
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| Remind myself that I could walk away right now
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| Wake up one day and this will all be gone
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| What’d you say? |
| What’d you say?
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| What’d you say?
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| I see you and I remember
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| I had to ask myself what are you thinking?
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| My mouth was filling with glass, what are you thinking?
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| I had to ask myself what are you thinking?
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| My mouth was filling with glass, what are you thinking?
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| I had to ask myself what are you thinking?
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| My mouth was filling with glass, what are you thinking?
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| I’ve waited my whole life for you to come around
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| Golden hair, angel skin holds me underground
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| I’ve waited my whole life for you to come around
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| Golden hair, angel skin holds me underground
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| What are you thinking?
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| What are you thinking?
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| What are you, thinking?
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| What are you, thinking? |