| An I.O.U tattoo strewn along the finer rips and tears of your heart
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| And it is there to keep you together while we’re all falling apart
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| My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
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| Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
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| And this alcohol — my wrecking ball
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| Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
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| But, contrary to counter culture
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| I don’t care if the killing stops
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| Or if suffocation claims my lungs
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| We walk a nightmare line
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| Wide awake and dead at the same time
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| We walk a nightmare line
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| Wide awake and dead at the same time
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| This ringing room has been raped and ruined
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| Completely torn apart by the few who think that they’ll find you
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| But time and fate — those things I hate —
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| Both have their own ways of playing off the winter’s weight
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| And we’re both older and seven snowfalls worth of colder earth has left us
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| reaching
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| We walk a nightmare line
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| Wide awake and dead at the same time
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| We walk a nightmare line
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| Wide awake and dead at the same time
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| The cellar door is coming up, coming up
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| And we’ve had time to lock it up, lock it up
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| I’m feverish, I’m burning up, burning up
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| I pray to god there’s time enough, time enough
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| You know that I love you
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| But now I just can’t shut you up, shut you up
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| So now I’ll have to chop you up, chop you up
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| And I’ll just wait till I get caught |