| Close the curtains, cash me in
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| Gather photographs of the Devil you let in
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| Digging deep inside my soul
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Where to turn
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| Everywhere I look, these vultures burn
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| The life right outta me, do I run
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| Or lay down and die? |
| Is it time to close my eyes? |
| (My eyes, my eyes)
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| Keep me numb, I’ll follow direction
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| A pawn to pass around and be bled until I’m dry
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| It’s hard to see what’s underneath
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| Is it me? |
| Is it me?
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| Where do I turn?
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| Everywhere I look, these vultures burn
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| The life right outta me, do I run?
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| Or lay down and die? |
| Is it time to close my eyes?
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| For so long all I’ve known, all I’ve seen’s green lights
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| Fuck your greed, all I need’s somewhere
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| To catch my breath, rest my head and ease my mind
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| I’ve been holding on, but my grip ain’t what it used to be
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| I’m much older, I’m bitter, I’m jaded, I’m lost
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| Can somebody give me a sign?
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| Where do I turn?
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| Everywhere I look, these vultures burn
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| The life right outta me, do I run
|
| Or lay down and die? |
| Is it time to close my eyes?
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| Where do I turn?
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| Everywhere I look, these vultures burn
|
| The life right outta me, do I run
|
| Or lay down and die? |
| Is it time to close my eyes? |