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Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains |
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We get along and their very boones decay |
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Try to find what little else remain |
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My heart still beating but |
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I'm feeling so restrained |
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You try to make a living by using what you got |
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But the way that it's been going |
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Well you gonna get shot |
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He's an old cold hand |
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Missfortune passed down from long times ago |
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Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold |
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I heard you're really out here all alone |
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I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne |
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You try to make a living by using what you got |
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But the way that it's been going |
|
Well you better run fast |
|
He's an old cold hand |
|
Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains |
|
We get along and their very boones decay |
|
Try to find what little else remain |
|
My heart still beating but |
|
I'm feeling so restrained |
|
You try to make a living by using what you got |
|
But the way that it's been going |
|
Well you gonna get shot |
|
He's an old cold hand |
|
You try to make a living by using what you got |
|
But the way that it's been going |
|
Well you better run fast |
|
He's an old cold hand |
|
He's an old cold hand |
|
He's an old cold hand |
