Cringe

Wide-eyed, knee-deep in surprise
 Just below your thighs the temperature drops five degrees
 Your standby flight has just arrived
 Tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes
 Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
 While you're counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars
 You were the last good thing I ever saw
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 And I lost it all
 
 I lost it all
 
 Burned out on two hours of shut-eye
 Eyes glazed at the thought of the next eight hours
 Headwind, cold rain to wake me
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 You were the last good thing I ever saw