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you got wires, goin in |
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you got wires, comin out of your skin |
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you got tears |
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making tracks |
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i got tears |
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that are scared of the facts |
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running down corridors |
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through automatic doors |
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got to get to you |
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got to see this through |
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i see hope is here in a plastic box |
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i've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes |
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you got wires, goin in |
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you got wires, comin out of your skin |
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there's dry blood on your wrist |
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your dry blood on my fingertip |
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running down corridors |
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through automatic doors |
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got to get to you |
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got to see this through |
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first night of your life |
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curled up on your own |
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looking at you now |
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you would never know |
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i see it in your eyes |
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i see it in your eyes |
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you'll be alright |
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i see it in your eyes |
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i see it in your eyes |
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you'll be alright |
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Alright |
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running down corridors |
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through automatic doors |
|
got to get to you |
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got to see this through |
|
i see hope is here in a plastic box |
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i've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes |
|
down corridors |
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through automatic doors |
|
got to get to you |
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got to see this through |
|
first night of your life |
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curled up on your own |
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looking at you now |
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you would never know |
