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5. | Sunday Nite Health |
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I missed you at the party,
All the lights were turned down low,
I thought about calling,
From the house to let you know
I missed you at Cali
Where the nights were so intense,
I wish you could see me,
Screwed up in a mess like
Every little thing I touch,
Every little thing can hurt me,
All the crutches that you keep,
None of them now are working,
Waiting for that day.
When you get back we'll
Go out late and paint that town,
Acting crazy,
Throw our money all around,
I missed you at the party,
All the lights were turned down low,
I could have done better,
But I didn't know that
Every little thing I touch,
Every little thing can hurt me,
All the reasons that you give,
None of them that now are working,
Waiting for that day,
Waiting for that day,
Waiting for that day.
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We're not gonna crack,
Not a bit,
We're not gonna stop,
At nothing.
Anything you do,
it's nothing changed
Anywhere you go,
We're coming in.
And when it gets in you,
It sets in you,
And then you know it's all the same,
A complicated mess!
We're not gonna give,
Give an inch,
We're not gonna let up,
Just a pinch.
Anything you do,
it's nothing changed
Anywhere you go,
We're coming in.
And when it gets in you,
It sets in you,
And then you know it's all the same,
A complicated mess,
A mess,
A mess!
We've got machines,
To beat you up
Jaws that eat,
Eat you up
You just keep,
Backing up.
Pulling away and running out the back
But you can't get away
No, you can't get away
No, you can't get away
We're not gonna crack.
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Something's coming over me,
I'm so tired I can't see,
The faces all the same
When you're wasted,
Everyday is like the last,
That you're always moving fast,
The colors in the end
Are amazing.
And your heart beats so slow,
All the ways that come and go,
All alone in the back
And now here it comes.
It's funny how things they change,
Even though I know its strange,
It's hard to hold on to
The things that leave you.
Promises that you make,
Always turning to mistakes,
And soon enough they learn
Not to believe you.
And your heart beats so slow,
All the ways that come and go,
All alone in the back
Having too much fun.
When the words all make no sense,
And you cannot comprehend,
All alone in the back
And now here it comes,
Here it comes.
Now there's nobody here tonight,
To put you in a better light,
So if you gotta go
No one would blame you.
The ones we try to please the most,
They leave us empty as a ghost,
But if they wonder who,
No one would name you.
And your heart beats so slow,
All the ways that come and go,
All alone in the back
Having too much fun.
When the words all make no sense,
And you cannot comprehend,
All alone in the back
And now here it comes.
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There's a fire,
And all the lines are down,
There's a panic in the town,
And all the wires are crossed,
Now they're calling in the dark.
And the teeth shine like pearls,
In a witchy underworld,
And they all feed the flames,
When they're moving in.
And everyone knows your name,
In the dark it's all the same,
When you're done down in the black,
And you want to take to take it back,
Yeah, you want to take it back.
There's a fire,
And all the lights are out,
There's strange noise about,
Now it's happened all around,
Buildings burned to the ground.
Now the flames have reached the heart,
People spilling out in cars,
And they all feel the flames,
When they're moving in.
And everyone knows your name,
In the dark it's all the same,
When you're done down in the black,
And you want to take it back,
Yeah, you want to take it back.
Everyone knows your name,
In the dark it's all the same,
And when you're done down in the black,
And you want to take it back,
There's a fire,
And all the lines are down,
There's a panic in the town,
But the worst is almost passed,
Now the dogs are gone at last.
And the teeth shine like pearls,
In a witchy underworld,
And they wanna point the blame,
You can hear them saying:
"And everyone knows your name,
In the end it's all the same,
Whether you're dancing in the light,
Or crawling on all fours."
In the end it's all the same,
When there's no one left to blame,
And you're done down in the black,
And you want to take it back,
Yeah, you want to take it back,
There's a fire.
There's a fire.
There's a fire.
There's a fire.
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