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I make some enemies.
I try to find shit that will keep me up nights,
Because I know that if I'm going to do what I'm going to do
It's a red-eye drive to the morning light.
I swear one day that it won't have to be this way
Because when you're tired, at least there's sunshine.
I don't hurt when people die;
That is, unless they worked nights,
Because I know that I'm going to feel like I'm going to feel,
No matter how many books I read.
I swear one day that it won't have to be this way
Because when you're tired, at least there's sunshine.
Red lights on amplifiers trigger secret problems in me.
I say, 'Smoke out the window, until you heat the outside'.
You've got no insurance, because insurance is a sin,
And a Monday is still a Monday
From this Sunday evening din you're in.