Miracle Mile lyrics

I`m ready to blow

It`s not my fault

Don`t waste a four-leaf clover

Good happens to the owner

Just wait, when the leaves fall

They go below your faults

Now you`re just boring me to death

I`ve got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head

I`ve gotta bury them blind and then control what they find

I`m hanging on a thread

You know I`m ready to blow like I`ve told you I would

Out of nothing you find your own authority

Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings

I`m flying solo, I`m falling so low, where do we go

Out of nothing you find your own authority

Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy

I`m flying solo

I`ll go

Now you`re just boring me to death

I`ve got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest)

I`ve got to make up my mind and try to make up some time

I`m hanging on a thread

You know I`m ready to blow, but not quite yet

You know I`m ready to fold, can`t count my cards yet

You know I`m ready to forget all we`ve been through

You know I`m ready for you

The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground

To bury reflections,

infections from strong hands in weak glands

And when they`re awakened their vision will fade

It aint a bit of my fault

I`m gonna miss her
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