| Wait
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| I’m thinking you stay
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| Keep my head from deleting our glory days
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| When time goes up in flames
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| We are, we are, as who we’ve always been
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| Feed the habits
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| Don’t need any of these, burials are caving in
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| Give me nothing to feel something
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| When flesh and blood and love are alien
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| Stay
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| It’s written on your face
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| And all these walls keep repeating the things you say
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| And I get carried away
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| Till we are, till we are, where we’ve always been
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| Feed the habits
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| Don’t mean any of these, burials are caving in
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| Give me nothing to feel something
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| When flesh and blood and love, let’s
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| Said something dead, got me biting my lip
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| Again, like oh just at the mention
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| Yeah it’s some kind of heat, so it’s just out of reach
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| The moment you’re paying attention
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| On, and off, and never at all
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| Feed the habits
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| Don’t mean none of these, burials are caving in
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| Give me nothing to feel something
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| When flesh and blood and love, let’s
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| Feed the habits
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| Don’t mean none of these, burials are caving in
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| Give me nothing to feel something
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| When flesh and blood and love are alien |