| You’re in the bushes, kickin' up dirt
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| Ghost lover creeping up under your skirt
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| Diggin' old bones out of the ground
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| Striking matches just to hear the sound
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| There is a fire in your head tonight
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| By all the
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| And you’re walking on glass
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| Everything around you is moving so fast
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| Nothing I started is going to last
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| I’ll be waiting, waiting for the storm to pass
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| You’re sleeping over in a strange bed
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| In the kitchen, you’re baking up the strange breed
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| Rumors are spinning faster than ever before
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| You play it safe, keeping your face close to the floor
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| Flipping beetles, just to watch them fight
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| By all the
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| And you’re walking on glass
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| Everything around you is moving so fast
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| Nothing I started is going to last
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| I’ll be waiting, waiting for the storm to pass
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| To pass, to pass, waiting for the storm
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| There’s a new it’s a new game
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| You’re being swallowed by a new wave
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| The invisible hand is writing fire on the wall
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| the pillars, to see if they’ll fall
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| Don’t like into the mercury line
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| By all the
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| And you’re walking on glass
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| Everything around you is moving so fast
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| Nothing I started is going to last
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| I’ll be waiting, waiting for the storm to pass |