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This is the sound of tooth against bone |
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes |
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This is the sound of tooth against bone |
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes |
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This is the end of my rope |
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So bite down |
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Tell me how this concrete tastes |
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And tell me for the last time that you're sorry |
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So I can laugh out loud as I watch you |
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Struggle; broken, bloody, barely breathing, yeah |
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The truth is, there's been an autumn in me |
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And it's been that way since May |
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Yeah, I've hoped forever |
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Diminishing myself with my unconscious |
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This is the sound of tooth against bone |
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes |
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Yeah, this is the sound of tooth against bone |
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes |
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This is the end of the line |
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And my shoes, ripped and ruined from running, |
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Have finally found their final resting place, yeah |
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At the base of your skull and once again |
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Someone's left to clean up your mess |
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Once again someone's left to clean up your mess |
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Once again someone's left to clean up your mess |