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by five states Two countries Or the next town over Sad girls for life (I just got to say, I just want to say) Sad girls for life (I just got to say,
like crickets Kicking cans and stones Make it electric, make it electric Make it electric, make it electric I've got to know I'm still alive Tonight, I wanna make
Do you remember when we couldn't put it away? Do you remember when we couldn't put it away? Do you remember what the music meant? Do you remember what
-war Spills forth with silks, spices and wines Not limerick's dungeons eighteen months Could kill my fervor for sea hunt All herring lassies, gutter girls
Here's to you 'cause you take what you give Make no excuses for the way we live While we try to ignore and we try to pretend Our conversation isn't so
She said she'd like it to snow The same way it did in upstate New York He never liked it that cold And he said, and he said I never want to go home
Too often we sit back and take what Take what life gives us Like holding a bad hand of cards Always folding instead of raising the stakes Never wanna
Hot blood red You?ve got a hold right through my chest Alarm, alarm, alarm Let me catch my breath Magnetic, magnetic (There?s static, there's static,
Tigers, vipers Deadly is the strike Hidden out of sight Open up your eyes! Animals awake and rise It is the striking time There is no taming lions
It started in our basement It started in our bedroom Got it in the basement Got it in the bedroom Got it in the garage Got it on the rooftop Burns the
I'm sorry I missed you I mean, I'm sorry I miss you I didn't know you had it in you Do you remember your way? There's ice on the lake again Thin enough
Violet, it bleeds purple behind lucid eyes Negatives flash reverse of real life Promises made with India ink Bit your lip there's a flush in your cheeks
Knock, knock, you bring such a shudder Talk, talk and try not to stutter Chameleon changing its color The world lost out to the number Composed of cold
Radar, radar, radar Searching for innocence Satisfied, satellite Where do I fit in? All mixed up with you In the right kind of wrong Radar, radar, radar
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When you've finally throw up your hand Poured your heart out, yet nothing stands It seems out efforts are wasted But yet it hasn't been in vain Unfulfillment
All we are, all we are, all we are Is trying not to fall into line All we are, dealing with, what we got And trying not to fall into line