the searchlights have stopped,
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that means the helicopters
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have stopped searching for me.
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i finally got to see the sky. (got to see the sky) x3
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and I finally got to see the sky
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bright red with brilliance,
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just like the blood that came
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shooting out of your eyes.
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bright red like brilliance x2
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bright red
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I finally got to see the sky x3
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and i finally got to see the sky
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if you wont look at me you wont look at anyone. x2
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the comparison is astounding.
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as the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were sorry.
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turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry x2
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turned the color of the sky you told me you were wrong.
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but thats what they all say.
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thats what they all say (thats what they all say)
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on your knees and tell me you can live without me.
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your empty sockets will serve as my love. x2
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Smoke Ya Later
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| The Acacia Strain |
