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[Thurston]
She scans the room,
for a star to consume
When eye contact is made,
I suggest, son, you fix your grave
'Cause it's lights out for you
Lights out for you
There's not a hell of a lot you can do
It's lights out for you
He rolls his eyes
at the thought of paradise
But when he makes that insect sound,
then it's time, girl, for you to leave town
'Cause it's lights out for you
Lights out for you
There's not a hell of a lot you can do
It's lights out for you
She scans the room,
for a star to consume
When eye contact is made,
I suggest, son, you fix your grave
'Cause it's lights out for you
Lights out for you
Lights out for you
Lights out for you
Lights out for you
Lights out for you
There's not a hell of a lot you can do
It's lights out for you
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