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I put my best foot first and it got burnt |
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Communication always hurts |
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I've got myself so deep inside a hole |
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I taste the air go thin as i get old, as i get old |
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I don't think so |
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I don't think so |
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She's my hands, she's my hands |
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Picks me up when i crash down |
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Build me wings so i can glide |
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She's my novocaine ride |
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Pick up the pieces of my world |
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Glue them together, i wish i could |
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I can't believe it as the picture fades |
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Just like a TV, but the sound remains |
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I don't think so |
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no i don't think so |
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She's my hands, she's my hands |
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Picks me up when i crash down |
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Build me wings so i can glide |
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She's my novocaine ride |
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Feel it as i shake |
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Shatter illusions fade |
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Taste my bitter tears |
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Cut my heart with shears |
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I don't think so |
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I don't think so |
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I don't think so |
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She's my hands, she's my hands |
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Picks me up when i crash down |
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Build me wings so i can glide |
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She's my novocaine ride |
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She's my hands, she's my hands |
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Picks me up when i crash down |