Miracle Mile

I'm ready to blow
 I'm ready to blow
 It's not my fault
 My fault
 You know I'm ready to blow
 Don't waste a four-leaf clover
 (I'm ready to blow)
 Good happens to the owner
 (It's not my fault)
 Just wait when the leaves fall
 (My fault)
 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 told you I would
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 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
 I'll go
 I'll go
 Yeah
 Now you're just boring me to death
 I've got a cataract
 Focused on a shaky, shaky, shaky
 Conscience at best
 (A 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
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 The shaken
 Are desperate
 For new sounds
 On old ground
 To bury reflections
 Infections
 From strong hands
 And weak glands
 And when they're awakened
 Their vision will fade
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 It ain't a bit of my fault
 Man, I'm gonna miss her
 It ain't a bit of my fault
 Man, I'm gonna miss her
 It ain't a bit of my fault
 Man, I'm gonna miss her
 Miss her
 It ain't a bit of my fault
 Man, I'm gonna miss her