That keeps us running 'round
If there's a reason to be happy right now
I'll wipe it right off the table
Anger is the fuel
That keeps us running 'round

I hear you now
I hear this sound
I hear you now

Oh you pull the wires of this heart
But they look the other way
Well I can't put it into words
But hell I get mighty close
They try to tell the tale
They're fairy-like and clean
But from the many things I've seen
They're wicked and they're mean

I hear you now
I hear this sound
I hear you now
I hear you now
I hear this sound
I hear you now

Oh you pull the wires of this heart
But you get so mighty close
But you get so goddamned close

I hear you now
I hear this sound
I hear you now

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me wrong


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