close my eyes and swallow
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figure out that i am not blind
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or broken eared
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just need to disappear (to get up out of here)
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i know, by the look in your eyes it's time to go
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we rub our legs like crickets
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kicking cans and stones
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make it electric
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i've got to know i'm still alive
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tonight i want to make it real
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close my eyes feel it ride up my spine
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radiate out my limbs into air
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make it electric
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i've got to know i'm still alive
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two knuckles gone, bitten from the thumb
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of the digit meant to keep us satisfied
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so raise a glass, to those who finish last
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and here's to us because we got all night
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Something Bigger, Something Brighter
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| Pretty Girls Make Graves |
