And if your night unplugs its life blame it on the laser rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain.
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; now it's buried in a digital coffin.
so climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain.
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; now it's buried in a digital coffin.
so climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
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