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I woke up in a coma in someone else's way |
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Choked on the aroma of a world in decay |
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Thought I heard laughing as my knees hit the ground |
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Saw nothing but shadows racing all around |
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. |
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Hey one of these shadows come rescue me |
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I need a little bit of darkness to protect me from the heat |
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. |
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It's like looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics |
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Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road |
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And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide |
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Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside |
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. |
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Sub-normal people do supernatural things |
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In a world full of demons with white feathered wings |
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I feel like I'm open hearted, but it's a broken range we're on |
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I know I'm not the only one asking |
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where have all the cowboys gone |
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. |
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Can't one of these cowboys come rescue me? |
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I need a little bit of rope n ride to keep me on my feet |
| [01:37.03] |
It's like looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics |
| [01:42.50] |
Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road |
| [01:47.42] |
And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide |
| [01:52.00] |
Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside |
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. |
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Face down on the hardwood floor |
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In one more empty corridor |
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I'm all alone in these halls |
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All is fair in love and war |
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If I can't find an open door |
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Then I'll start taking out walls |
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I'm face down on the hardwood floor |
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And not a soul with which to be |
| [02:35.04] |
If this craving's one to ignore |
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Then someone tell me what the **** a soul is for |
| [02:43.41] |
I'm looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics |
| [02:49.16] |
Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road |
| [02:53.98] |
And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide |
| [02:58.58] |
Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside |
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That you can't get inside |
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That you can't get inside |
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