| I’m coming straight through bright blue lights
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| In a gown to match
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| And I thought that this would be quick
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| I’ve been here for days, but you detached
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| And I can’t think straight, I see the fear in your face
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| And I hope that you packed a bag
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| 'Cause it’s time to feel like we’re not coming back
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| It shouldn’t be so simple, but somehow it is
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| I hear footsteps down the corridor
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| Sounding like your heartbeat in a monitor
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| Where do we go next?
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| Does it say on the chart at the end of my bed?
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| I can’t think straight, I see the fear in your face
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| I’m hoping you packed a bag
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| 'Cause it’s time to feel like we’re not coming back
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| It shouldn’t be so simple, but somehow it is
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| I’m better here than somewhere, and I fell for this
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| I’m coming straight through bright blue lights
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| In a gown to match
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| And I thought that this would be quick
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| I’ve been here for days, but you detached
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| And I can’t think straight, I see the fear in your face
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| I’m hoping you packed a bag, 'cause we’re not coming back |