| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of holes so the daylight can get to what’s dark
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| I remain trapped inside your body
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| The vice above your head, the hole inside your heart
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of night and daylight savings
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| Armour me with futile aspirations
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| The knives of many nations, a shovel, and some dirt
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| Digging down you’ll find you’re old inside
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| Digging down you’ll find you’re old
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of holes of indignation
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| We’ve never been there before
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| We’ve never been there before
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of holes of indignation
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| We’ve never been there before
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| You and me
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| Take me with you
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| To the place where everything is unsaid
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| I remain trapped inside my body
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| Wishing it was over
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Through the night so the daylight finds you
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| Wishing it was over
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| And over and over
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| Digging down you’ll find you’re old inside
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| Digging down you’ll find you’re old
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of holes of indignation
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| We’ve never been there before
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| We’ve never been there before
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| Shoot me with your raygun
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| Full of holes of indignation
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| We’ve never been there before
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| You and me |