| You run down the strip, down the strip right through me
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| The rain on the windscreen, blistering a stop sign
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| Turn in the rubies your mother did buy you
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| Through this land I roar
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| You make me bold like a whore, wish I’d never been born
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| Got a good-looking corpse hanging on to me tightly
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| Bless this strip as it runs right through me
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| Bless this strip as it runs right through me
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| She fades to the background, proofreads a story
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| Kills all the characters and crosses out the heroine
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| Kissing an American she told me she bought me
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| Through this land I roar
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| She make me bold like a whore, wish I’d never been born
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| Got a good-looking corpse hanging on to me tightly
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| Bless this strip as it runs right through me
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| Bless this strip as it runs right through me
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| Love, turn on the light
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| It’s so dark in there, inside the life
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| And I know what it’s like
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| To feel loved and to not like yourself
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| She dragged all the blood to the back of my brain
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| Peel to the light, smoked on an elephant’s tusk
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| Punch-drunk, bitten and bleeding
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| I became tame, feral in the herald, one of us
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| And I hear mutants screaming out
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| Ride on the crest of waves
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| And I stopped as a joker’s feeling
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| And I still hear demons breathing, and
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| Love, turn on the light
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| It’s so dark in there, inside the life
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| And I know what it’s like
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| To feel loved and to not like yourself
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| The sun had dropped, I’m sweating in a carcass
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| I’ve given up on me, I’ve given up on Marcus
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| I’m carrying my casket, looking for the enemy
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| I’m down on my knees, surrendering to Valerie
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| And all I feel my head is racing
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| I feel my shoulder’s bracing
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| I know I’m sick to my bones and
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| I know can’t get back home and
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| Love, turn on the light
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| It’s so dark in there, inside the life
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| And I know what it’s like
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| To feel loved and to not like yourself
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| Take me far from this sweet city stench
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| Where friends all betray each other
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| And I’m just another lover to a
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| Take me far from this sweet city stench
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| Where friends all betray each other
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| And I’m just another lover to a friend, to a friend
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| To a friend, to a friend
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| Oh, take me far, oh, take me far
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| Oh, take me far, oh, take me far |