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Vetusta Morla
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A vibe inside me, a warning
of the danger outside.
Hypodermic terror, cutting vigils,
hairs in the throat, a watchful pillow.
Shining thousands of miles away,
defying the dark,
the alarm clock's fluorescence.
Right now I'll turn on the light,
leave behind this feeling,
erase this terror right now.
Hypodermic terror, cutting vigils,
hairs in the throat, a watchful pillow.
Shining thousands of miles away,
defying the dark,
the alarm clock's fluorescence.
Right now I'll turn on the light,
leave behind this feeling,
erase this terror right now,
leave behind this feeling.
Leave behind this feeling,
erase this terror.