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Woke up in the evening |
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To the sound of the screaming |
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Through walls that were bleeding |
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All over me |
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Untied and weightless |
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Unconscious as we cross |
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The international dateline |
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Let's end it here |
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Grown tired of the show coast |
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And the ones that we toast |
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There are no zeros |
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Around here |
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Untied and weightless |
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Unconscious as we cross |
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The international dateline |
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Let's end it here |
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Let's end it here |
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Let's end it here |
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Let's leave her here |
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Let's end it here |
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Woke up in the evening |
|
To the sound of the screaming |
|
Through walls that were bleeding |
|
All over me |
|
Untied and weightless |
|
Unconscious as we cross |
|
The international dateline |
|
Let's end it here |
|
Let's end it here |
|
Let's end it here |
|
Let's leave her here |
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Let's leave her here |
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Let's end it here |
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Let's end it here |
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Let's leave her here |
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Let's leave her here |
