| It’s quarter past life and I am soaked in vile ideas
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| Grasping, squeezing, clutching, its grinding me down
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| We bruise before we tear
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| Like ether in the air
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| With murderous intent the mourners flock together
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| A fog of sickness, jesus so wide-eyed and innocent
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| We bruise until we tear
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| Like ether in the air
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| What have you done?
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| What have you ruined?
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| Turn the lights down
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| Consumed by veins, I caught the winds of failure
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| Consumed by veins, holding a child of glass
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| My arms outstretched, why are you trying to hurt me?
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| By your bedside I remained for days and days and days and…
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| I fold for you, you are forgiven
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| My heart was put on the line
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| We bruise until we tear
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| Like ether in the air |