| It passed through me into you
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| Used our blood as the glue
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| Their hands pulled me into the earth
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| Where I laid until they figured my worth
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| Then they moved on to you
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| Said that we would have to do The words fell from my mouth
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| And stained our new ground
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| And I called out to you
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| But you told me you were through
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| And we’d meet again once the voices were gone
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| I woke up near the sea
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| With the sky bruised over scrap metal ground
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| And all the distant ships were sinking
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| And I wondered how you were
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| And as the sun burned my skin
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| I watched you swimming
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| And as your body drifted in I sat and told you everything
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| About how I climbed on everything that they used to tear us on down
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| And all of the air we breathed just helped me choke a little more down
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| Now this is where we are
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| The sky is spinning around, around
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| We’ll grind our teeth from the sound, the sound
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| We’ll watch the spectators drown, oh, they’ll drown
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| While I dig through the bones of all this
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| And find all the things our heads missed
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| And strap them across my scraped fists
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| Like using a crane to scratch an itch
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| One that never goes away
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| And all of the world will drink as the clouds come pouring on down
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| And we’ll dream of distant things while they strap our legs to ground
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| 'cause this is where we are
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| Yeah, this is where we are |