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A little after twelve the function suite was full

With people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs, confettied on the floor

It dawned on me, I'd seen it all beforeCool your beans, my son, you look a fucking mess

No one's getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there, the one that just says wrong

We'll lose our lives through all our favorite songsGo forward to later, you'll land flat on your feet

When you were in the room I was nailed to my seat

I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk

I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walkAnd suddenly it lifts the roof off the place

It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me

To get me back in my box and snap the branches off meA little after four the function suite is dead

And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But here's a helping hand, a voice that's far to close

And I am up and on my broken limbsGo forward to later, you'll land flat on your feet

When you were in the room I was nailed to my seat

I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk

I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walkAnd suddenly it lifts the roof off the place

It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me

To get me back in my box and snap the branches off meAnd suddenly it lifts the roof off the place

It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me

To get me back in my box and snap the branches off me

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