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I need more than just blood and air to survive |
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There's a hole so deep and cold it will never see the light of day |
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Until you feel the skin break! |
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Eyes are always falling on you |
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But that itch, it keeps calling, calling |
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Yeah eyes are always falling on you |
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And that itch, it keeps calling, calling |
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I need more than just blood and air to survive |
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(How can I give you any more when there's nothing left) |
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There's a hole so deep and cold it will never see the light |
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(How can I give you any more when there's nothing) Of day |
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Until you feel the skin break! |
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Eyes are always falling on you |
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But that itch, it keeps calling, calling |
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Yeah eyes are always falling on you |
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And that itch, it keeps calling, calling |
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We're weaker than we care to admit |
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We scratch and itch |
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We're graveyard shifting |
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Biting and barking |
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Fueling and sparking |
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That fire, that itch |
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And breaking the skin again! |
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Until you feel the skin break! (those eyes) |
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Eyes are always falling on you (that itch) |
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But that itch, it keeps calling, calling (those eyes) |
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Yeah eyes are always falling on you (that itch) |
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And that itch, it keeps calling, calling |
