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[ti:Dead Spaces] |
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[ar:Strung Out] |
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[al:Agents of the Underground] |
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Dead Spaces - Strung Out |
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These lines on my face give up the time |
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This blood withering through my veins is life like wine |
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Drink to our last kiss and write a book about the mess |
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A life in vulgar poetry a testament in rhyme |
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Incincerate while we can |
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So now I sit alone in the dark |
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In the house we used to play the part |
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Empty rooms and photographs shout back in silence |
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Dead spaces echo an attack for |
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The love of what we used to both call home |
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Wave a white flag and count me out |
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Recognize how sanity would feel |
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The space between these lines |
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That I could never quite reveal |
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In the blink of an eye that's just |
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Too short to suffocate and kill |
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So now I sit alone in the dark in |
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The house we used to play the part |
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Empty rooms and photographs |
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Shout back in silence |
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Dead spaces echo an attack for the |
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Love of what we used to both call home |
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It's been two weeks without a sign of anyone |
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I left the world behind cuz I don't wanna believe in love |
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Anxiety of a future we cannot command |
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Too broken for the test too toxic for a stand |
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So I laid down and lost myself to |
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The things I could not live down |
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We are the wings of doves too broke to fly to carry on |
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So I laid down and lost myself |
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To the things I could not live down |
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We are the wings of doves too broke to fly to carry on |
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TO CARRY ON |
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So now I sit alone in the dark |
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In the house we used to play |
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Empty rooms and photographs in silence |
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As the memories come rushing back |
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Dead spaces echo an attack |
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All for the love we left in silence |
