| Can you feel the scars in your hands?
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| From digging graves in the sands
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| Go!
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| I’m constantly chasing
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| Always wanting more to prove my existence
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| Called another card on the desk
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| But we’re scared to see what’s next
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| Burn me a glorious mask before we face our death
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| Can you feel the scars in your hands?
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| From digging graves in the sands
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| The world will never rest
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| But I’ve seen the end of it all (a thousand times in my head)
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| My reason and regret
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| Will be buried six feet under (with my brittle bones and flesh)
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| Everything seems so distant
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| They are out of my reach
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| If I point myself to the North Star
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| Will it guide me to the sea
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| Memory takes its toll on me
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| But I don’t need your remedy
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| I don’t need your remedy
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| I don’t need your remedy
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| The world will never rest
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| But I’ve seen the end of it all (a thousand times in my head)
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| My reason and regret
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| Will be buried six feet under (with my brittle bones and flesh)
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| Can you feel the scars in your hands?
|
| From digging graves in the sands
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| Oh!
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| Digging in the sands!
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| Digging in the sands!
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| The world will never rest
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| But I’ve seen the end of it all (a thousand times in my head)
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| My reason and regret
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| Will be buried six feet under with my brittle bones and flesh |