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And after tourniquet fights on my veins |
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Then I'll begin again |
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Rhythms are burned from the glare |
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From the wing on a plane |
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So without thinking |
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I respond |
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Look at me now |
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I am out of sight |
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Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright |
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The air dry breeds clear |
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Thoughts are levelheaded |
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I'll be no use to my self once when |
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I'm dead And though |
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I trusted |
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I was lied to by my own |
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I bare no grouch and |
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I carry no milestone |
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Look at me now |
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I am out of sight |
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Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright |
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Say you will forget |
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This pain |
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I won't regret |