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After the bombs have fallen |
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After the words have left my lung |
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Inching the choke along |
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Testing the water with my tongue |
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The whole scene's fading |
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As if the walls are caving in |
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Have to up the medicine |
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Hamper the tender one |
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Temper the valor, it may scold |
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Limping under the tongue |
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The patient or father, who's at fault? |
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Last time |
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I swore, no lies, no regrets |
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Still the problem hasn't been addressed |
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You bastards command me |
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I pace the salvation plea |
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You bastards command me |
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I pace the salvation plea |
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The whole scene's fading |
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As if the walls are caving in |
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Have to up the medicine |
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Last time |
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I swore, no lies, no regrets |
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Still the problem hasn't been addressed |
