| Pull the covers back over our heads
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| the sun is shining through
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| blaring down on you
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| at this rate we’re better off dead
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| at this rate we’re better off dead
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| take it slow while breathing in
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| don’t gasp they’ll probably hear you
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| the air here is much too thin
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| run faster they’re right behind us
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| run faster they’re right behind us
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| as we douse our selves
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| until we light up in fire
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| I hope it fits your desire
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| we’ll scratch these walls
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| until they hit the floor
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| this place looks the same
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| as when I left it before
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| we got you down to a basic
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| we got you down to a basic
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| pardon me good sir
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| while I gouge out my eyes
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| nothing against her
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| but I can’t stand her smile
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| as the blood drips off my cheek
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| tell your wife please do not shriek
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| I’m sorry for the trouble
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| I won’t stay
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| as we douse our selves
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| until we light up in fire
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| I hope it fits your desire
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| we’ll scratch these walls
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| until they hit the floor
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| this place looks the same
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| as when I left it before |