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When you're calling ain't calling back to you |
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I'll be side stage, mouthing lines for you |
| [00:29.09] |
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth |
| [00:37.03] |
I got hope but my hope isn't helping you |
| [00:44.91] |
Spitting out guts from their gears |
| [00:48.84] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [00:52.60] |
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [01:16.13] |
Wake up puddle eyed, sleeping in the suit |
| [01:23.88] |
The truth is ugly, well I feel ugly too |
| [01:32.13] |
We'll be heroes on every barstool |
| [01:40.06] |
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you |
| [01:47.88] |
Spitting out guts from their gears |
| [01:51.56] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [01:55.44] |
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [02:02.38] |
Well you stole the heart right out my chest |
| [02:07.56] |
Changed the words that I know best |
| [02:11.13] |
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [02:50.81] |
Spitting out guts from their gears |
| [02:54.81] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [02:58.18] |
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [03:05.25] |
Well you stole the heart right out my chest |
| [03:10.57] |
Changed the words that I know best |
| [03:14.01] |
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [03:19.32] |
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