Challenger
Crushed city
This city's got a crush on meThe driest romance of the centuryAn arctic plea to fallen stoneA disconnection notice on the phoneYou're all lined up like you've got something to proveAre you waiting for blood or are you waiting for the truthI think about I think about a blindfolded fightWhere all the streets will wear the glasses and I'm never rightI'm thinking bad thoughts almost every nightI'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night Like taking candy from the mouths of babesLike picking flowers for your lover from another's grave Are the buildings collapsing from the weight of sin andWill I be frozen if I look back at themI'm thinking bad thoughts almost every nightAnd I'll think about these things until I get it right
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