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While you slept it off |
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Your empire was lost |
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Now we're not your sons |
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Your old silver tongue |
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It don't work too well now |
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We wandered off |
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With our heads nice and soft |
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But we were still numb |
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And we burned in the sun |
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And got torn to pieces |
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I walked across from eyes |
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And scratched my name into the sky |
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The things beneath my floorboards fly |
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I'll never let them out |
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And all my teeth are down at my feet |
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And all of the blood comes in a flood |
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Start counting sheep |
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Then I fall asleep again |
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And by myself I'm wondering |
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A forest made of skeletons |
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Of people I once knew |
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And all their spines are perfectly aligned |
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Like cold power lines |
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My feet left the ground |
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And I floated off and got lost |
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Now this ain't my home |
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There's no warmth in these bones |
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Just a mock up to help me pretend I'm sleeping |
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While we slept it off |
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All the money was lost |
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Now we can't stand up |
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Yeah, the blood in our guts |
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It just weighs us down now |
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We'll crawl along |
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Despite what goes wrong |
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'cause we're not that young |
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Takes more than your guns to scare us off now |
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My feet left the ground |
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And I floated off and got lost |
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Now my house is far below |
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It's buried in snow |
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And I can't see my footprints anymore; they're too small |
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I drift through the clouds with my heart in my mouth |
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I'm not stopping |
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Now the Earth is far behind |
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I'm lost in the sky with my eyes closed |
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I'm just waiting for my air to run out |
