| When your mind aches, pupils dilate
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| Give me some alcohol to stop me growing older
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| No survivors 'cept for drivers
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| Here comes an avalanche to bury everyone that’s not alive
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| Are you alive?
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| I can see the strangers getting stranger by the mile
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| Sometimes, sometimes, I can hear the voices
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| Tryna tell me that forever never comes
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| Oh oh oh, I was born here and I’ll die here
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| Oh oh oh, see for miles and miles around here
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| Oh oh oh, every violence, every silence
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| Oh oh oh
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| Every caution, every warning
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| I guess this irony’s too heavy for your shoulder
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| No survivor but the driver
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| Here comes a hurricane to finish everyone that’s still alive
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| Are you alive?
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| I still see the strangers getting stranger by the mile
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| Sometimes, yeah sometimes, I can hear the voices
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| Tryna tell me that forever never comes
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| Oh oh oh, I was born here and I’ll die here
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| Oh oh oh, see for miles and miles around here
|
| Oh oh oh, every violence, every silence
|
| Oh oh oh
|
| When your mind aches, pupils dilate
|
| Give me some alcohol to stop me growing older
|
| No survivor 'cept the driver
|
| Here comes an avalanche to bury everyone that’s still alive
|
| Oh oh oh, I was born here and I’ll die here
|
| Oh oh oh, see for miles and miles around here
|
| Oh oh oh, every violence, every silence
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| Oh oh oh |