| He walks heels to the ground
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| He’s from, nothing comes easy
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| Late bars, counting the stars
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| Dear God, please you to leave me
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| Hot night, cool by the ice
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| Want more, but I don’t need anything
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| Too flat, laid on his back
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| I know there is nothing for me here
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| And I don’t think anyone loves faith
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| Feels like I don’t wanna care
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| No room to move in the air, air
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| If I go, if I show
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| If I spend what you take from me
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| We could close, no more prose
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| Would you leave if I asked you to?
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| Then I go kill the flow
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| When I cut all your ties with me
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| In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
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| Hard place, rats and the snakes
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| He heaves the world on his shoulders
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| Nice cars, graveyards for bars
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| Dear Lord, just give up your hold on me
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| Dead heat, burns on the feet
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| Bed sheets, ghosts here for bodies
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| Lights down, quiet for now
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| I know there is nothing for me here
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| I don’t think anyone loves faith
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| Feels like I don’t wanna care
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| No room to move in the air, air
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| If I go, if I show
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| If I spend what you take from me
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| We could close, no more prose
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| Would you leave if I asked you to?
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| Then I go kill the flow
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| When I cut all your ties with me
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| In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
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| Wish I saw the city in the old days
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| And wish I saw it better than I do
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| Now I’m moving through it like a salt haze
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| Gathering the sins that I am due
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| In the dark
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| If I go, if I show
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| If I spend what you take from me
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| We could close, no more prose
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| Would you leave if I asked you to?
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| Then I go kill the flow
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| When I cut all your ties with me
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| In the dark, in the dark, in the dark |