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    I need to goto the place where the blackouts live
    i need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift
    i couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock
    over consciousness eye under electric shock

    i need to use these fingers
    wrapped around this knife
    oh i would kill for a quite life

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    never mind the obsessed
    they don't remember when
    all of our waking hours were spent submerged again
    i need a solid year removed from sordid light
    i need to disappear
    i need a quiet life.

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    Composition: Chris Connelly and Martin Atkins

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