| I get fresh with friends who get gassed
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| Who flash and flake out and talk with long gaps
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| Words in their mouth like planes that crash
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| I only catch half, but it’s mostly trash
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| , lost without a map
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| And there’s no turnin' back, ‘cause I’m full of the stuff
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| A one-way ticket and I get on the bus
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| I’m a wing-tipped Icarus, burnin' up
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| My tummy’s in a knot, but I’m lovin' the rush
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| I’m full of the love made from chemical dust
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| So I keep focused, give into the process
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| I pray for atonement and stay in the moment
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| Big smile
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| Wide eyed
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| Call up
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| Long nights
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| Burn like sun
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| Shine all day
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| Work and run
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Now the dance floor’s packed with bodies that attract
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| Bodies that attack, bodies bend at the back
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| Bodies get trapped, bodies fill in the gap
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| So many bodies move, now who’s body’s that?
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| Hearts get open, cracked with raw emotion
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| Words get spoken, corrupted by potions
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| Snapshot moments, back to slow motion
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| Slick sugar-coating over all of the commotion
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| Tomorrow, this’ll be a memory in quick-time
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| ‘Cause we trick time, with a quick mind
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| And like bats in the sky, we fly blind
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| Swim through the night, washed up in the sunshine
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| No sleep
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| Sad eyes
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| Black days
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| Good signs
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| Help me get out of here
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| Help me get out of here
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| Burn like sun
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| Shine all day
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| Work and run
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Maybe we met at a party
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| In the bathroom, with Charlie
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| In the bedroom, you were asking
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| Why the moon would hide its face
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| Box me up, put me down
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| Tie me and turn it ‘round
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| Throw me out, give it away
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| What was your name?
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| Burn like sun
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| Shine all day
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| Work and run
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Don’t throw it all away |