| So I walked into the haze
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| And a million dirty ways
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| Now I see you lying there
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| Like a lie-low losing air… air
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| Black rocks and shoreline sand
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| Still that summer I cannot bear
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| And I wipe the sand from my arms
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| The Spanish Sahara
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| The place that you’d wanna
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| Leave the horror here
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| Forget the horror here
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| Forget the horror here
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| Leave it all down here
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| It’s future rust and then it’s future dust
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| Forget the horror here
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| Forget the horror here
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| Leave it all down here
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| It’s future rust and then it’s future dust
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| Now the waves they drag you down
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| Carry you to broken ground
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| Though I find you in the sand
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| Wipe you clean with dirty hands
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| So god damn this boiling space
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| The Spanish Sahara
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| The place that you’d wanna
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| Leave the horror here
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| Forget the horror here
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| forget the horror here
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| Leave it all down here
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| It’s future rust and then it’s future dust
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| I’m the fury in your head
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| I’m the fury in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head
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| Cause I am
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| I’m the fury in your head
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| I’m the fury in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head
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| Cause I am
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| I’m the fury in your head
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| I’m the fury in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head
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| Cause I am Forget the horror here
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| Forget the horror here
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| Leave it all down here
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| It’s future rust and then it’s future dust
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| Choir of furies in your head
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| Choir of furies in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head
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| Cause I am Choir of furies in your head
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| Choir of furies in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head
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| Cause I am Choir of furies in your head
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| Choir of furies in your bed
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| I’m the ghost in the back of your head |