| I blacked out Saturday
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| And burned that blood away
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| And scrawled that image out
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| The boat flies up and out
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| And I was only eight
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| I woke up underweight
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| My eyes vermilion
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| My skin all starved for sun
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| I blacked out Saturday
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| And burned that blood away
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| My covers kept me in the bed
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| And if I could have, I’d have said
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| But the words weren’t coming out
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| Or the words were coming out wrong
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| And the first thing I could shout was
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| Up, up, up, up, out
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| The violence, the tumble down-down
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| The lights out, the lights out
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| The broken-once-I-shook-so-far
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| The killing off, the killing off
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| The violence, the tumble down-down
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| The lights out, the lights out
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| Fall, fall
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| So I loosed the covers up
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| And I shook the door right off
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| Yeah, I loosed the covers up
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| And I shook the door right off
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| But the words weren’t coming out
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| Or the words were coming out wrong
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| And the first thing I could shout was
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| Up, up, up, up, out
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| The violence, the tumble down-down
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| The lights out, the lights out
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| The broken-once-I-shook-so-far
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| The killing off, the killing off
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| The violence, the tumble down-down
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| The lights out, the lights out
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| Fall, fall, fall, it’s so, fall, it’s so |