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This is the coast
Where dreams go to die
But we won't die alone
So wipe the tears from your eyes
And let's go
I'll pull the blue from the sky
Let's die colorful
All the sirens of the fire
They're on a break let's glow
Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull
Got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
Like a bright red switchblade knife, it's never dull
Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull
I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
Like a bright red switchblade knife, that's never dull
Like a bright red switchblade knife, buried in my skull
I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
Yeah, I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull
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