green light, seven eleven
you stop in for a pack of cigarettes
you dont smoke, dont even want to
hey now, check your change
dressed up like a car crash
your wheels are turning but youre upside down
you say when he hits you, you dont mind
because when he hurts you, you feel alive
hey babe, is that what it is
red lights, gray morning
you stumble out of a hole in the ground
a vampire or a victim
it depends on whos around
you used to stay in to watch the adverts
you could lip synch to the talk shows
and if you look, you look through me
and when you talk, you talk at me
and when i touch you, you dont feel a thing
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