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So high, she hits the target every time she gets away
Every day
Cold hands, she reaches for the cigarettes to warm the day
She can't say
She needs more sympathy
She needs more of everything
Another kiss, another pill
She believes in a bigger thrill
She might just kill again
Move on
To the next life
She finds too much interference on the radio
It's nine below
So blind, she walks into the distance
And fades away, away, away, away...
High-fiving emptiness
She's gone too far to confess
Another day, another lie
Searching for that perfect high
She might just kill again
Move on
To the next life
She might just kill again
Move on
Move on
She moves on
Move on
Move on
To the next life
Oh-ohh-ohhhh
Yeah yeah
Bye bye
Bye bye
Cold hands reach for cigarettes