the moon is full and bugs are in the air.
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I've been searching for the moment I can touch you.
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I lost my hand.
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humid summer nights.
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this is dangerous.
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I'm alive but not living.
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what a chance. I'm burning inside.
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what a chance now. what will change now?
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where will we go if not here and now?
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this shrapnel's digging deep into my heart.
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and these sleeping pills aren't helping me forget you.
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I lost my hand.
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and I'm drowning on the highway.
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this is dangerous.
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will we ever make it out of here alive?
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billions of bodies away from you.
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billions away from you.
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I lost my hand.
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all this time without you.
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I'm dying.
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I lost my hand.
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this bruise is permanent.
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hold it or throw it.
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hold it and watch it explode.
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Midwestern Hand Grenade
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| Adair |
