this is what you see when you look in my direction:
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incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.
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this is how it feels,
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calling out but no one even hears
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the signals that we send over the air
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over the air
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over the air
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over the air.
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when you say my name,
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i want to split it from your lips
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and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
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i want to stop it in your lungs
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and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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is this how it feels
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when you dont even fit into your own skin?
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and its getting tighter,
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every day i'm getting smaller
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if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear.
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when you say my name,
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i want to split it from your lips
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and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
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i want to stop it in your lungs
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and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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there's no where to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
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there's no where to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on.
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if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away.
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if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck.
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changing the shape,
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folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
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shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara gets
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washed away by windshield wiper blades
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safe, safe
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when you say (when you say) my name (when you say my name),
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i want to split it from your lips
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and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say (when you say) my name (my name)
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i want to stop it in your lungs
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and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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there's no where to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
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there's no where to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
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that's where we hide
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the love and lies and sex, on the radio.
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Signals Over The Air
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| Thursday |
