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When we talk about the future, dragonfly upon the breeze And we talk about religion, swallowed up by a bar scene I'm not walking on the water, illusion of the light When you learnt to meet my gaze, there were halos in your eyes
This living hurts, I heard you laughing This living hurts, I talk too much This living hurts, it's never-ending This living hurts
But nothing hurts like the rush Nothing hurts like the rush They're all out to get us But nothing hurts like the rush
When we heard the midnight caller on that talk show we adorе We're an audiencе enraptured, static shadows on the floor So we sit around for hours, just holding up the night Sharing voices in our heads, life's a joke in candlelight
This living hurts, I heard you laughing This living hurts, I talk too much This living hurts, it's never-ending This living hurts
But nothing hurts like the rush Nothing hurts like the rush When they're all out to get us Nothing hurts like the rush
If I pray with the violence of life Have you already made up your mind? And if I lay with the stars you ignite You have already made up your mind
As we we talk about survival, the candle slowly dies But our waxy fingerprints let us know that we're alive
Nothing hurts like the rush Nothing hurts like the rush When they're all out to get us Nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush Nothing hurts like the rush But nothing hurts like the rush But nothing hurts like the rush
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