| Just wanna make it through the night
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| How tricky is that to get right
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| And even if they fall apart
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| Just gonna watch them crash and burn
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| I smell the smoke and taste the grit
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| How could I take this as a gift
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| How should I throw it all away
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| When nothing goes wrong anymore
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| Hanging geranium
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| Cloud of black smoke in the sun
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| Hanging geranium
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| I keep choking
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| Till it drags me to the ground
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| Yeah Yeah
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| Till it drags me to the ground
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| Yeah it drags me to the ground
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| And it takes me to the stars
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| No one’s told me how to find the stairs to you
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| Just wanna make it through the night
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| Don’t wanna put words in my mouth
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| Just wanna rest my head somehow
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| And nothing feels wrong anymore
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| Hanging geranium
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| Cloud of black smoke in the sun
|
| Hanging geranium
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| I keep choking
|
| Till it drags me to the ground
|
| Yeah Yeah
|
| Till it drags me to the ground
|
| Just wanna make it through the night
|
| How tricky is that to get right
|
| And even if they fall apart
|
| Just gonna watch them crash and burn |