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The Killing Lights lyrics
Oh. [infamous davey "oh"]
Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before.
Do you find me dreadful?
What a shame such a sad disgrace,
Such a pretty face,
But she s not regretful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
It s killing time again.
Put on your face and let s pretend,
These killing lights won t kill us all again.
Three A.M. on the city street,
When the air is sweet,
I ve had my mouth full.
But it seems that outside the screen
Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
It s killing time again.
Put on your face and let s pretend,
These killing lights won t kill us all again.
It s killing time again.
Cover your face and we ll pretend,
These killing lights can t kill us all again.
You see, they always remember.
They never forget a face.
When they cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up,
Cut cut cut cut cut they remember.
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up.
Cut you uppppppppp.
It s killing time again.
Put on your face and let s pretend,
These killing lights won t kill us all again.
It s killing time again.
Cover your face and we ll pretend,
These killing lights can t kill us all again.
All again.
All again.
It s time again.
It s killing time...
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