And after tourniquet fights on my veins
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Then I'll begin again
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Rhythms are burned from the glare
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From the wing on a plane
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So without thinking I respond
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Look at me now I am out of sight
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Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright
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The air dry breeds clear
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Thoughts are levelheaded
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I'll be no use to my self once when I'm dead
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And though I trusted I was lied to by my own
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I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone
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Look at me now I am out of sight
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Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright
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Say you will forget
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This pain I won't regret
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Out Of Sight
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| Raunchy |
