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It's not the rope, the rope that hangs |
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And it's not the soul that gravity pulls |
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Heaven's a whore made of solid gold |
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Her heart is a hole, she'll never be full |
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And that's how i know i'll always want more |
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It's not the rope, the rope that pulls |
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Gravity holds your feet to the floor |
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My heart is a hole my heart is a whore |
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My heart is a hole i'll never be full |
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And that's how i know i'll always want more |
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From mountain to shore the rich and the poor |
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And nobody knows what they're looking for |
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And all in one voice we're asking for more, more! |
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Let gravity pull, let nothing escape cause time is a force that's too strong to break |
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One day when we're old (as strong as we are) |
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And we're at deaths door (not too strong to take) |
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One thing that i know (time is a force) |
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It's gravity's pull (it's too strong to break) |
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When time is a door that opens no more |
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One thing that i know, one thing that i know |
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Is life's not a war |
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And it's not the rope, the rope that pulls |
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Gravity holds my feet to the floor |
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If it's not that thing that i'm looking for |
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My heart is a hole i'll always want more. |
