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It passed through me into you |
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Used our blood as the glue |
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Their hands pulled me into the earth |
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Where I laid until they figured my worth |
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Then they moved on to you |
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Said that we would have to do |
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The words fell from my mouth |
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And stained our new ground |
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And I called out to you |
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But you told me you were through |
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And we'd meet again once the voices were gone |
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I woke up near the sea |
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With the sky bruised over scrap metal ground |
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And all the distant ships were sinking |
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And I wondered how you were |
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And as the sun burned my skin |
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I watched you swimming |
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And as your body drifted in |
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I sat and told you everything |
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About how I climbed on everything that they used to tear us on down |
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And all of the air we breathed just helped me choke a little more down |
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Now this is where we are |
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The sky is spinning around, around |
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We'll grind our teeth from the sound, the sound |
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We'll watch the spectators drown, oh, they'll drown |
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While I dig through the bones of all this |
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And find all the things our heads missed |
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And strap them across my scraped fists |
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Like using a crane to scratch an itch |
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One that never goes away |
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And all of the world will drink as the clouds come pouring on down |
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And we'll dream of distant things while they strap our legs to ground |
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'cause this is where we are |
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Yeah, this is where we are |