| You hit the night in color
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| You make the morning come
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| Pumpkin turns back to you
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| You fought the lights in shadow
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| You brought the Berlin bomb
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| Burn this black into blue
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| But you know, I can’t take it anymore
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| Drink all the liquor to counter your voice
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| I feel, a pound of flesh in store
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| It’s the pressure
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| Cuz you’re the past come 'round
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| Cuz you’re the crash I crowned
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| So then am I some sucker?
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| Oh, how the mighty fall
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| And then come back to you
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| I had to know you’re trouble
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| Get your eyes on lock
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| Numb, but what could I do?
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| Oh, safe side, you always get your way
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| Red zone with no intent to stay
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| This time, it cost a mental state, and it’s a wrecker
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| Cuz you’re the past come 'round
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| You’re the crash I crowned
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| Around, around, around
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| Kiss off the kind you break
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| And it’s a one by one
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| It’s a shock and shake
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| And with your bounty gone
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| Nothing to say
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| I see you’re cold and hollow
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| Cuz you’re the past come 'round
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| Cuz you’re the crash I crowned
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| Cuz you’re the past come 'round
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| Around, around, around |