| This is the sound of tooth against bone
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| Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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| This is the sound of tooth against bone
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| Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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| This is the end of my rope
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| So bite down
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| Tell me how this concrete tastes
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| And tell me for the last time that you’re sorry
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| So I can laugh out loud as I watch you
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| Struggle; |
| broken, bloody, barely breathing, yeah
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| The truth is, there’s been an autumn in me
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| And it’s been that way since May
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| Yeah, I’ve hoped forever
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| Diminishing myself with my unconscious
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| This is the sound of tooth against bone
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| Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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| Yeah, this is the sound of tooth against bone
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| Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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| This is the end of the line
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| And my shoes, ripped and ruined from running
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| Have finally found their final resting place, yeah
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| At the base of your skull and once again
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| Someone’s left to clean up your mess
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| Once again someone’s left to clean up your mess
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| Once again someone’s left to clean up your mess |