| These hands are mine, waving
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| Means I’m alive, that’s the signal
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| Thieves, snakes and I are the same thing
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| We tow the line while lives are taken
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| Bottles high, singing dead man songs like
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| «Cure this coma craving calmly coming on»
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| Say goodnight and let those black dogs run
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| We’re wild like forest fires howling at the dawn
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| We take the timid in our jaws
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| Violent gnashing takes us over
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| We’re the worst parts
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| Our slakeless thirst for leaving scars
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| Starves our hearts of basic feeling
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| We’re the worst parts
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| Bottles high, singing dead man songs like
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| Wheezing, breathing so hard
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| You’ve been so blind
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| We feel so right, so right
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| We feel so right
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| Bottles high, singing dead man songs like
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| «Cure this coma craving calmly coming on»
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| Say goodnight and let those black dogs run
|
| We’re wild like forest fires howling at the dawn
|
| Bottles high, singing dead man songs like
|
| «Cure this coma craving calmly coming on»
|
| Say goodnight and let those black dogs run
|
| We’re wild like forest fires howling at the dawn
|
| We’re wild like forest fires howling at the dawn
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| We’re wild like forest fires howling at the dawn
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| We’re wild like forest fires |