| There’s no place to lay my dead
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| When I can’t stay awake
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| The growth I need is fettered with fear
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| My heels dug in my place
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| Keep your heart clasped into your hands
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| Your family just knows half of where you’ve been
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| The indian summer is better than nothing
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| Burn the sun in my skin
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| Bleeding bells of inner guilt
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| Salvation rays are thin
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| I say to myself you don’t need anyone
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| This world is fucked just as you have become
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| I stand as a man who’s seen many things
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| My youth has made me strong
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| I see the fraught of the words I have said
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| Got nothing for anyone
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| The words that I speak are like the clinging hell
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| The songs that I sing been poisoning your well
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| Hands in my pockets and down on my knees
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| I beg for will to change
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| I’ve spun around from the wheel that I spin
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| In one week I’ll be the same |