| Use your fist, please don’t knock
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| My loose teeth are yours to take
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| Cuddling our new found freedom
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| In keepin' our eyes open without being awake
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| Kiss my ear, the faint still taunts
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| Children rejoice 'once hero now dead'
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| One last time, I’m really hurtin'
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| Just a little taste to take off the edge
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| I rummage through old love letters and photographs
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| In a desperate reach for a clue into who I am
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| But with only the distant past as a reference I fail to feel any connection to
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| the bones under my skin
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| You can cry but you’re still gettin' sterilized
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| Can show the sun how to come if you know the sky
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| He’ll let you make a mess if you keep him high
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| It was a good shoot, the messenger deserves to die for his lies
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| Make it hurt
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| Scare me straight
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| Cursed is he who can’t burn by fire
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| We’re all falling, show me feeling, I’m your designated diver
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| I can see the cuts on your mind
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| Your mother made yours, mine made mine
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| I know you’d rather be sad than stupid
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| Genius by day
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| Junkie by night
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| By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee
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| That didn’t help me see bleedin' isn’t what it seems
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| Let it steam, let it steep (Let it sting, let it steam) 'til it screams
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| 'finally free'
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| Then you better leave
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| I bet that she’s gonna kill the king
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| Doctor wound, perfect numb
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| 13 billion years in the making
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| Black hole in the center of a galaxy
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| We’re still suffering, we’re still aching
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| The sanctuary is closed for repairs
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| I used God’s guide to paint a maniac the nice way
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| Bad habits make for good memories
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| I’m good at being at the wrong time in the right place
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| Crust and clots at the corners of her mouth
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| Eyes white like yours but completely different somehow
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| Caught her post dose looking like a ghost
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| Cheeks-rosed from the flush of fluid so familiar to us now
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| Legs folded, the predators' prey
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| There’s no messiah that wasn’t a slave to it’s brain
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| If I could do with nails what you do with words
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| There’d be one more crucifixion — one less open door
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| Use my fist, but I won’t knock
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| Break it open, itch me sober
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| Trust me: we’ll get out of this alive
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| Now take my hand it’s almost over
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| I apologize for lying about smiling
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| I’m a frightened little cat that learned to act like a lion
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| While Leviathans beach in the grip of their patience
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| I’m driving this cheap pirate ship to the pavement
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| By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee
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| That didn’t help me see nothing’s really what it seems
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| Let it steam, let it sleep 'til it screams
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| «Finally free», then you better leave
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| I’m aiming right for the head of the king |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sky Diver, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song By The Throat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп