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I've got a mouth full of roses that cover the cuts |
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There's thorns in my cheeks where the skin turned to rust |
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With lips around flowers are all that you see, I'm dying to spit it out |
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We're all dead inside |
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We're all dead inside |
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We're all dead inside and you know it |
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We're painting our faces to try not to show it |
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Over and over, the work never ends |
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I'm digging in circles, I break before bend |
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We don't remember the lender that sold our soul |
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We just remember the painter that brushed us gold |
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I'm ripping my hair out to use as a brush |
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I've run out of colors to use as a crutch |
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I'm painting a picture with words I can't say |
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But look on the inside, we're all black and gray |
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We're all dead inside and you know it |
| [01:25.960] |
We don't remember the lender that sold our soul |
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We just remember the painter that brushed us gold |
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We don't remember |
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We don't remember |
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I've been searching my whole life for something with meaning |
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But all I found was bleeding, all I found was bleeding |
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I've been looking my whole life for something of worth |
| [02:17.775] |
But there's nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt |
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How can we live when we die every day? |
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How can we live when we die every day? |
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How can we live when we die every day? |
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How can we live when we die every day? |
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How can we live when we die every day? |
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How can we live... |
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Fxxk it |
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Yeah |
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We don't remember the lender that sold our soul |
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We just remember the painter that brushed us gold |
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We don't remember the lender that sold our soul |
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We just remember the painter that brushed us gold |
