| Your darkness falls against your radiated skies
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| Night shades flicker, pulse and drone inside your eyes
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| It reminds me how we used to play
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| Before we found these modern drugs
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| Take one last breath and hold you in
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| Lock the door and let you win
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| Cuz inside you know my god
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| It’s shaking under me
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| It’s giving head and burning beds
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| It’s holy wars and jealous dead
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| It’s Suicidal radio
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| Echoes where we should not go
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| Somewhere through the hurt we know we survive
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| This love is just expensive drugs
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| And we’re getting to high to drive
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| In ritual in all we live
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| In the chemicals we take to give
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| On your knees before the fall
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| Nail you to the wall
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| No poetry to quote the end
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| So I’ll hold my breath and keep you in
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| Rot me out and name your sin
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| Cuz there’s nothing left to win
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| Somewhere through the hurt we know we survive
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| This love is just expensive drugs
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| And we’re getting to high to drive
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| It’s in the ritual in the habitual
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| The longing to want it all
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| With no frequency electricity we’re all addicted to the fall
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| These antidotes that take the soul
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| Only erase it all away
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| Till there’s nothing left for the heart to realize
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| Then vacant and hollow we become a means to an end
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| And the space between each other gets farther every day
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| I’m not the one
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| Gonna make you feel
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| Somewhere through the hurt we know we survive
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| This love is just expensive drugs
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| And we’re getting to high to drive
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| It’s in the ritual in the habitual
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| The longing to want it all
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| With no frequency electricity we’re all addicted to the fall |