super automatic pilot motor running down circles in the parking lot
self-sustaining system bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got
Let it rain, Let it pour
Let it rain, Let it pour
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Let it rain, Let it pour
cruise-control distressed
her kind of cursed and kind of blessed her
engine running on the fume
vision blue and blurry
falling angels in a flurry
spinning through the empty room
did you come here to dance?
what's in your glass?
do you feel better now?
it's always right
the fearless light in the dark of night
look at me hypnotized and half alive
maybe it's four or five
some parts are sleeping
some parts are paralyzed.
just one more minute
just one more minute
i think i'm almost in it.
must have mastered this
the fragile art of a good excuse
the little things that get you to believe
so listen
i'm not trying to say anything at all here
there isn't much left, anyway, that hasn't been said.
but don't you think that possibly, this time, it's different?
don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?
thats enough for now
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