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Obstacle 1

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Turn on the Bright Lights


I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change

Well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh she's bad

But it's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never see this place again
You'll go stabing yourself in the neck

And we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times clay making that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh she's bad

(But) It's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never see this place again
You'll go stabing yourself in the neck

But it's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never seen this place again
You'll go stabing yourself in the neck

It's in the way that she poses
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart

She packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away,
She packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away

It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart

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