Into It. Over It.
ATM Disaster Scenes
On an eveningafter news like thatI can hardly tell what mood you're inor keep track of what time it is.Between photo opportunitiesand ATM disaster scenes,your secret's safe with me.But, you're blacked out,you're blacked outfrom what you know.How will you get home?Take me by the wrist.Singing songs I've sang before,liquid inebriationspilling onto the Khyber's floor;you've saved your last dance for me.The best left overfrom the roughest week.But, you're blacked out,you're blacked outfrom what you know.How will you get home?x2
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