| Another year gone, stomach fatter, beard fully grown
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| Waiting for the nothing and I’m awfully alone
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| Sunday went and visited your grave
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| Put a wild rose on the Virgin Mary engraved
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| Mother sang her song, brother kneeled
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| And I just kept on wishing that the last year wasn’t real
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| Teeth have sunk into my neck, teeth have sunk into my neck
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| Build us a holiday out of stones and holograms
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| Holy relics and hummingbirds all to fill this hollow man
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| I’m alright, I’m alright, but don’t fuck with me tonight
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| These fists are clenched and I will fight for every breath left in this life
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| All the mosquitoes in Saskatoon couldn’t quite suck the tough out of me yet
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| Although I know I’m a three-legged dog hopping and begging like Vietnam vets
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| These years were only appetizers swallowed quick and wet
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| But I will not forget the remnants that were left
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| Build us a holiday out of straw and out of sticks
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| Out of claws and out of bricks, out of gauze and spit
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive
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| I make a fist, stare at it and think
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| This is how big my heart is and I’m scared of it
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| 'Til they use scissors to open my shirt
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| I go to work overworked
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| In the business of holding a smirk
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| Private jokes telepathically shared
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| From the present me to the past me
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| When I had more hair
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| The tub remains clogged
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| Sloshed through the memories of hooking up friends in need of jobs
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| Didn’t stop them from requesting loans
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| It started with them calling me «Boss» in a condescending tone
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| Put an indefinite extension on the zero interest
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| Better business bureau better be damn well prepared to be impressed
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| We’re reporting back to duty, heavily wounded
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| Steadily losing our gains
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| The enemy moves in
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| Gotta choose your weapons wisely
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| When I bust open my rib cage and I unleash the fist that’s beating inside me
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| It’ll punch more than clocks
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| Check your peephole, cause there might not be more opportunity that knocks
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| Door to door I’m selling artificial tears for your eyes
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| Using a stethoscope just to hear your cries
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| We’re alive, barely alive, but we’re alive…
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| Surprise |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barely Alive, artist - Ceschi. Album song Broken Bone Ballads, in the genre Альтернатива