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You you look to the stars for answers. Your face glowing in blue. You smile at the thought that there's something out there. Suddenly a smile turns to a stare. A million tiny light bulbs shining
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replaced. Some things aren't meant to be replaced. Chorus. Light bulbs in your head that might be burnt out. Might be rough around the edges, you barely function. You're too tired, you can't carry all this
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and where to put the tree. Hold still, wait for the click. We're in this year's Christmas pics Flash bulbs and wine, and hold that smile. Everyone's here, we've flown for miles. Looks like, we've
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hot water from the tap. light bulbs, movie stars, we can cure the clap. YOU STUPID *!
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beat!. We've got light bulbs for eyes. And aluminum noses. We're busting chillin' moves with our robot poses. (busting chillin' moves with our robot poses. ). My right arm was a rutter , my left leg was
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,. When there's a hundred thousand light bulbs but there ain't no switch. Living in darkness, fearin' the night,. Oh what a feeling when I see that light. With you, with you. Our colours come alive when I
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,. When there's a hundred thousand light bulbs but there ain't no switch. Living in darkness, fearin' the night,. Oh what a feeling when I see that light. With you, with you. Our colours come alive when I
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photograph. Flash bulbs, purple irises the camera can't see. . I've seen you walk unafraid. I've seen you in the clothes you've made. Can you see the beauty inside of me?. What happened to the beauty I
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even feel the glow. Sing for the song boy just like you did before all of the flash bulbs. And cocaine and bright things and ladies got hold of your soul But you really don't make too much money and
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photograph. Flash bulbs, purple irises the camera can't see. . I've seen you walk unafraid. I've seen you in the clothes you've made. Can you see the beauty inside of me?. What happened to the beauty I
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Come on, force it down. Im imagining. Oh, come on, force it down. Im imagining Imagining a place where. Homes are built on frames. And where they plant. New bulbs along our graves Each year
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now they're dead, dead flowers I feel like this long string of lights. They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day. But now it's January and the bulbs have all burned out. But still they hang like
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on the roofs tonight. And watch the midnight traffic flow. Unscrew the light bulbs, babe. And we'll throw them from the 14th floor I say we're yellow. If we don't do something new. But you just
