| Hold your hands into the sky
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| Pray for my sin, instead of time
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| Big cities’action of my big city girl
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| Think she builds her own heaven
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| Cause she finds it’s a lonesome world
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| Filled with dirty street cars and dirty signs
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| I hope there comes a time when
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| I get to see your dirty mind
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| Hold your hands into the sky
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| Pray for my sin, instead of time
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| Low budget movies, change our low budget lives
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| Theres something… that joins our lonesome minds
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| And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives
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| Say if we ever make it We’ll be somebody’s…
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| Hold your hands into the sky
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| Pray for my sin, instead of time
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| You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease
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| And you’re captivating, standing in front of me Is the reason, Im still wondering why everyone we loved has broke away
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| Hold your hands into the sky
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| Pray for my sin, instead of time
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| You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease
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| And you’re captivating, standing in front of me Hold your hand into the sky
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| Pray for my sin, instead of time
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| So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease
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| Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me |