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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, makin' tracks |
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I got tears, that are scared of the facts |
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Runnin' down corridors through automatic doors |
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Got to get to you, 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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Runnin' down corridors through automatic doors |
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Got to get to you, got to see this through |
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First night of your life, curled up on your own |
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Lookin' at you now, 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, alright |
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Runnin' down corridors through automatic doors |
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Got to get to you, 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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Down corridors through automatic doors |
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Got to get to you, got to see this through |
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First night of your life, curled up on your own |
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Lookin' at you now, you would never know |
