| Rails until the city sun
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| And the longest hallway on Valencia
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| Are screaming your name
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| Through a mess of sweat-soaked covers
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| And the bottles that you’ve been pissing in
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| Used to be filled with your medicine
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| But the signature on the prescription is your own
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| I want you to say that you understand
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| How it fell right through your shaking hands
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| It’s making me sick
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| Hush now, don’t say a word
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| Down that hall comes the end of my world
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| Screaming my name
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| Through a mess of sweat-soaked covers
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| And the shadows that you’ve been hiding in
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| They know all the names of your relatives
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| The signature on the will, it is your own
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| I want you to say that you understand
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| How it fell right through your shaking hands
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| It’s making me sick
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| The engines idled in the tanks that day
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| The bombs were attatched to the wings of the plane
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| And I heard a sound
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| Instead of sinking in the bay
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| I thought of someone I could save
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| My arms hit the water past the disappearing shore
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| I was swimming my way to the liquor store
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| This is the cause, the root of my anger |