| My mouth is full of sand
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| Dark dirt and teeth hiding words like «I can’t sleep»
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| Like «I don’t believe»
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| Could be a bitter bastard child
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| Skinned knees and blue jeans
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| Telling lies like «I'm alright»
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| Squeeze its skin and hold it tight
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| All the patient parts of me
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| All that angry following
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| All the latest starts, every body part
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| That moves to make this run
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| Because the other parts will sink
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| Don’t believe till you’ve lost your faith
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| See nothing works until you find rebirth
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| You’ve got to feed that empty nest
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| That empty nest
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| My head was full of plans
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| Old maps and blueprints
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| Tying ties and cutting tape
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| Breaking ground I’m way too late
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| I know you tell me all the time
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| There’s fear in waiting and binding words like
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| «There's no fate, it’s all been faked»
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| All the patient parts of me
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| All that angry following
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| All the latest starts, every body part
|
| That moves to make this run
|
| Because the other parts will sink
|
| Don’t believe till you’ve lost your faith
|
| See nothing works until you find rebirth
|
| You’ve got to feed that empty nest
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| Empty nest
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| All the patient parts of me
|
| All that angry following
|
| All the latest starts, every body part
|
| That moves to make this run
|
| Because the other parts will sink
|
| Don’t believe till you’ve lost your faith
|
| See nothing works until you find rebirth
|
| You’ve got to feed that empty nest
|
| All the patient parts of me
|
| All that angry following
|
| All the latest starts, every body part
|
| That moves to make this run
|
| Because the other parts will sink
|
| Don’t believe till you’ve lost your faith
|
| See nothing works until you find rebirth
|
| You’ve got to feed that empty |