Your hands were cold and your eyes were wide as you laid there helpless on your side and I don¡¯t think I could ever feel alright again in this hotel bathroom
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Your dress was torn and your fingers froze on a filthy floor in your fancy clothes I can hear the sirens getting closer now in this hotel bathroom
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Now as I¡¯m flying in circles above your pretty little head in heat my mouth starts to water your pace slows as the wind blows
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Your hands were cold and my motives vain as a rusted spike stood still in your veins it would take forever to explain the stains on this plain white t-shirt
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I never hoped this would come true you said you¡¯d die for me I said I¡¯d die for you what the hell do think you were trying to prove in this hotel bathroom
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Now as I¡¯m swimming in circles below your pretty dangling feet drawn to the red in the water your pace slows as the blood flows
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Now as I¡¯m flying in circles above your pretty little head it heat my mouth starts to water
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These Things Happen
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So Many Dynamos |