| Some voltage in my bloodstream
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| And sweat inside my brain
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| These wires, like my fingers, are wild
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| Touching you again
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| No more singing, no more music
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| Nothing’s sticking to the grease
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| All of the words inside my throat
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| All of the things I love the most
|
| Attack, sustain, release
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| Take my life, take my money
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| Take the clothes off of my back
|
| All of the words inside my throat
|
| All of the things I love the most
|
| Attack, sustain, attack
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| Your smile, like an angel
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| With clipped and sickly wings
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| This web, another angle
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| Another memory in the rain
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| No more singing, no more music
|
| Nothing’s sticking to the grease
|
| All of the words inside my throat
|
| All of the things I love the most
|
| Attack, sustain, release
|
| That’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love
|
| That’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love
|
| That’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love
|
| That’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love, that’s not love
|
| Take my life, take my money
|
| Take the clothes off of my back
|
| All of the words inside my throat
|
| All of the things I love the most
|
| Attack, sustain, attack
|
| No more singing, no more music
|
| Nothing’s sticking to the grease
|
| All of the words inside my throat
|
| All of the things I love the most
|
| Attack, sustain, release |