| She was tied up to the tracks in the middle of the road
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| Clutching to the thorns of a rose that she fought but she couldn’t let go
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| Couldn’t let go
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| Perched upon his lung, she was tapping in his chest
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| I’ll be hiding in the dreams of your last will and testament
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| Testament
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| And if the only way out was just a straight ahead admission of guilt
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| Then he wouldn’t be sitting in the darkness, sharpening every excuse
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| Smothered by the time that he could never forget
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| Disassociation in the comfort of his dreams that she wouldn’t let go
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| Wouldn’t let go
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| And every time he woke up in the coldest sweat
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| Scrawled to the bone with her nails was the promise that she wouldn’t let go
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| Wouldn’t let go
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| And if the only way out was just a straight ahead admission of guilt
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| Then he wouldn’t be sitting in the darkness, sharpening every excuse
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| She will swing the hammer every night
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| Sleeping in the ditch beyond the pine
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| She must breathe the water every night
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| Taking every breath that you’ve denied
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| She will swing the hammer every night
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| Sleeping in the ditch
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| Sleeping in the ditch
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| Sleeping in the ditch beyond the pine
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| You hit the bottle
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| You can’t drain the yellow out of your spine
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| If you would
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| If you would
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| If you would…
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| Momento mori
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| (background vocals unsure what they say)
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| Momento mori |