| I’ve been waiting for thunder
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| I’ll be waiting for rain
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| I’ve been talking to the wise mine
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| he puts my fears to shame
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| I feel an urge for the immolation
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| I’m burning out my self control
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| I’ve got a taste for contamination
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| a slow crawl through a closing door
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| I have to settle down
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| Have to settle down now
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| for less than what I’m worth
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| A drying taste of parched earth
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| Where are the new drugs?
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| Where are the new days?
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| I need a prayer just to keep the lights off
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| I need a song just to find my way
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| Where are the new drugs?
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| Where are the new days?
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| I might drown if you keep it a secret
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| I don’t doubt you’d like me better that way
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| I’ve been waiting for lightning
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| I’ll be counting the days
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| I’ve been talking to the wise man
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| He puts my words to shame
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| I hear the coming of a separation
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| A slow dance 'til we kiss the floor
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| I’ve got a hunger for intoxication
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| It’s not the same as it was before
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| I have to settle down
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| Have to settle down now
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| For less than what it’s worth
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| A drying taste of parched earth
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| Well you know the whole story
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| Of how me must grow old
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| How love turns to labor
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| How the spirit gets sold
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| But I’m not your highest bidder
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| I’m just the light from the ocean floor
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| I’ll turn and wave good bye if I have to
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| But not before I ask for more
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| Where are the new drugs?
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| Where are the new days?
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| I need a prayer just to keep the lights off
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| I need a fuck just to find my way
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| Where are the new drugs?
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| Where are the new games?
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| I might drown if you keep it a secret
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| I need a better way to end my days |