Yeah I got the music cranking, Japanese TV
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My head is full of jasmine smoke
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I can hardly breathe
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Turquoise dragons slip and slide
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Sliding down my back
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I'm standing on this cold, thin ice
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And I'm about to crack
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I'm over
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I'm over
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Over the edge
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Seven candles burn so bright
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The full moon behind a veil
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The ocean crashing in my head
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Outside the sirens wail
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Jet black is my dirty hair
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Jet black my heart and car
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My lips are red, my skin snow white
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My face is battle scarred
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I no longer feel the pain
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No longer feel my love
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Just the air conditioner
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And some help from the Lord above
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Coughing up pieces of my broken heart
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My eyes work like radar
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I'm lyin' in the afterglow
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How'd I ever get this far
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I'm over
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I'm over
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Over the edge
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Over The Edge
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| L.A. Guns |
