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The I.V. drips, the days drag on, |
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The anesthetics now wearing off |
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Adjust the light switch in the hall. |
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This is the end. |
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These are the last days. |
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These are the last days. |
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Now take our hands in a roll of red tape, |
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Genetic information strands are tighter than trip wires. |
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And we awake in the light of other lives, |
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This can't be happening, these sirens are for me, yeah. |
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So what happened to the hospital, |
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To cut the cost of collected health? |
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Dying in the shadow of the hospital |
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We got the city in our blood and it's making us sick. |
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But you stay alive until their blood fills up your wallet, |
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Blazing up the sky. |
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These are the last days |
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These are the last days. |
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Where we all wake. |
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Where we all wake. |
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The I.V. drips, the days drag on, |
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The anesthetics now wearing off. |
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Adjust the light switch in the hall, |
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Someone has left it on. |
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And maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark. |
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The bulb burns out when it gets too hot. |
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Are we just a blink in the eyes of a pulse machine? |
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It's lightning divorcing the storm |
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Try to shut it off, codeine catch, the windows latched and |
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The clock keeps circling the room tick, tock. |
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We lost control . |
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(White out white out) |
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In white outs followed magnetic fields to the fire. |
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(White out white out) |
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Out of control. |
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We fight currents in the water, we can't let go to shore. |
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We lost control. |
