| I’ve got blood all over my hands, in my eyes, on the strings
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| It’s pouring out all over my favorite things
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| My guilty heart is beating faster, every time I try to sing
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| It seizes up and then my lungs begin to sting
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| Only time will tell
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| Only time will tell
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| Is it written all over my face? |
| Should I even feel ashamed?
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| Or is it that early thirties thing, where some guys just go insane?
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| And the doctors give us lithium, but we’re never quite the same
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| Do we retreat to younger years to stop the pain?
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| Well, only time will tell
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| Only time will tell
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| Only time will tell
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| Only time will tell
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| You say there’s not a god?
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| Goddammit I could use a little faith to keep from crawling out of my skin
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| I think it’s adding up
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| Staying up blowing tombstone powder with the broken hearted liars again
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| Oh I think I’ve had enough
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| All my records feel like yearbook pictures
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| There’s fondness but I can’t remember where, where I’ve been
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| So I’m sharpening my pen, shooting the ink into my skin
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| Baby here’s where we begin
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| Baby here’s where we begin
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| Here’s where we begin
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| Oh here we go again
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| Baby here’s where we begin |