| I’m sensitive on a Wednesday
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| I fall apart by the next day
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| I heard they’re coming to get me
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| I’m never leaving this bed cave
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| I don’t know what the news say
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| I won’t do another heat wave
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| I’m closing my blinds
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| I’m closing my eyes on the freeway
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| Warm night
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| Dark cars passing by
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| Black light creepin' through the hillside
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| Fast track, straight through a land mine
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| Say a prayer for who I was in my last life
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| There’s still waves in bloody waters
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| I’m going crazy thinking about the end times
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| Feels like we’re racing to hell just for the tan lines
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| There’s still waves in bloody waters
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| It’s like a new kind of torture
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| They make you stand for destroyers
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| Feels like we’re stuck in a house made of blood and there’s
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| No time for tears on our shoulders
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| Warm night
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| Dark cars passing by
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| Black light creepin' through the hillside
|
| Fast track, straight through a land mine
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| Say a prayer for who I was in my last life
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| There’s still waves in bloody waters
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| I’m going crazy thinking about the end times
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| Feels like we’re racing to hell just for the tan lines
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| There’s still waves in bloody waters |