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Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day |
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Go on and press your face all up against the glass |
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Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn |
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Swing and missing all, almost every time |
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Yeah, almost every time |
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Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day |
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Go on and press your face all up against the glass |
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Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn |
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Swing and missing all, almost every time |
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I'm not alive, 1975 |
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I'd spend my time wasted, dull, damaged and blind |
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I'm not alive, 1975 |
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Yeah, 1975 |
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I see scratches and the idiot kids |
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I watched them getting high out in the cold blue sky |
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Watch and wonder as the asphalt babies burned |
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Dancing in the flame, laughing all of the while |
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I'm not alive, 1975 |
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I'd spend my time wasted, dull, damaged and blind |
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I'm not alive, 1975 |
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Watch and wonder as they fade away |
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Dull, damaged and blind |
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Sounds a lot like me |
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Dull, damaged and blind |
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Sounds a lot like me |
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Dull, damaged and blind |
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Yeah, almost all of the time |
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Dull, damaged and blind |
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Whoa, 1975 |
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I 'm not alive, 1975 |
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I was not alive, 1975 |
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I'd spend all my time wasted dull, damaged and blind 1975 |
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Watch and wonder as they fade away |
