| I could feel a hot one taking me down
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| For a moment I could feel the force
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| Veiny to the point of tears
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| And you were holding on to make a point
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| What’s the point?
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| I am but a clean man, stable and alone man
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| Make it so I won’t have to try
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| The faces always stay the same
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| So I’ll face the fact that I’m just fine
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| I said that I’m just fine
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| I remember head down after you had found out
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| Manna is a hell of a drug
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| I need a little more I think
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| Because enough is never quite enough
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| What’s enough?
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| I took it like a grown man, crying on the pavement
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| Hoping you would show your face
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| I haven’t heard a thing you’ve said
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| In at least a couple hundred days
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| What’d you say?
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| I was in the front seat, shaking it out
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| And I was asking if you felt alright
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| I never want to hear the truth
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| I want to hear, «your voice is sounding fine»
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| My voice is sounding fine
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| I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
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| And for the moment I would sleep alright
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| Veiny with a selfish fear
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| To keep me up another restless night
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| Another restless night
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| Your blood was dry, it was sober
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| The feeling of audible cracks
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| And I could tell it was over
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| From the curtains that hung from your neck
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| And I realized it then, you were perfect
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| With my teeth ripping out of my head
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| And it looked like a painting I once knew
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| Back when my thoughts were not a tire leak intact
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| So I prayed for what I thought were angels
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| Ended up being ambulances
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| And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter
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| She was crying inside your stomach
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| And I felt love
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| Again |