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Dead state |
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I can feel the weight |
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Light streaming in through the open grate |
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Tooth red score tearing up the floor |
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Out in the alley with the trigger draw |
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Numb hands |
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I can see the strand |
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Hold it together with a severed band |
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Three lost years |
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I've been crying here |
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I'm over, |
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I'm over, |
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I'm over, |
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I'm broken |
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Strung out on the wings of the dawn |
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Hole in the back, soul in the storm |
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Torn down through the cracks in the dark |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches apart |
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I'm hit I can feel the grit |
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Sat in the asher on the beaten brick |
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Tooth red main running through the vein |
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Out in the centre with a mirrored cane |
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Numb feet |
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I can hear you speak |
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Hold it together with a severed streak |
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Three long years |
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I've been crying here |
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I'm over, |
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I'm over, |
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I'm over, |
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I'm broken |
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Strung out on the wings of the dawn |
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Hole in the back, soul in the storm |
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Torn down through the cracks in the dark |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches apart |
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Stood up on the side of the earth |
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Thrown back to the track to the dirt |
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Tooth red, lose an hour a day |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away... |
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Strung out on the wings of the dawn |
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Hole in the back, soul in the storm |
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Torn down through the cracks in the dark |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches apart |
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Stood up on the side of the earth |
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Thrown back to the track to the dirt |
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Tooth red, lose an hour a day |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away... |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away |
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We're miles adrift, we're inches away |
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Hold it together, with a severed band |
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Can't feel the blood |