| Just a little rush, babe
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| to feel dizzy to derail the mind of me
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| just a little hush, babe
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| are veins are busy but my hearts in atrophy
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| any way to distract and sedate
|
| adding shadows to the walls of the cave
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| you and I
|
| nursing on a posioning that never stung
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| our teeth and lungs
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| are lined with the scum of it
|
| somewhere for this
|
| death and guns
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| we are deaf
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| we are numb
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| free and young
|
| and we can’t feel none of it
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| something isn’t right, babe
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| I keep catching little words
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| but the meaning’s thin
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| I’m somewhere outside my life, babe
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| I keep scratching
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| but somehow I can’t get in
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| so we’re slaves
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| to any semblance of touch
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| lord we should quit,
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| but we love it too much
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| sedated we’re nursing on
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| a poison that never stung
|
| our teeth and lungs
|
| are lined with the scum of it
|
| somewhere for this
|
| death and guns
|
| we are deaf
|
| we are numb
|
| free and young
|
| and we can’t feel none of it
|
| darling, don’t you
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| stand there watching,
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| won’t you
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| come and save me from it
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| darling, don’t you
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| join in you’re suppose to
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| drag me away from it
|
| any way to distract and sedate
|
| adding shadows
|
| to the walls of the cave
|
| you and I
|
| nursing on a poison never stung
|
| our teeth and lungs
|
| are lined with the scum of it
|
| somewhere for this
|
| death and guns
|
| we are deaf
|
| we are numb
|
| free and young
|
| and we can’t feel none of it
|
| sedated we’re nursing on
|
| a poison that never stung
|
| our teeth and lungs
|
| are lined with the scum of it
|
| somewhere for this
|
| death and guns
|
| we are deaf
|
| we are numb
|
| free and young
|
| and we can’t feel none of it |