| In my hand
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| There are cracks in my soul
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| And I try to put me off
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| All of them sentences
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| I won’t shuffle
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| And I lie to my ancestors
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| The feelings get a liquid form
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| It’s true you get lost in manipulation
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| The dark days are my liquor now
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| It’s true you get, get lost in manipulation
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| And all the stones in my collection
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| Put a heavy weight on me
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| And I don’t feel any contradiction
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| Please put a heavy weight on me
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| And all the stones in my collection
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| My pass it bulges out now
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| And I try to set your love straight
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| It was a bit too far
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| That I reached out, so
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| I tried to pull us two together again
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| The tube that I have become
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| Gets filled with needs
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| None of its vision lasts
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| And I don’t matter to anyone
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| The roots I set get crushed of the world around
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| After this they won’t supply us
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| With any more necessary medical help
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| In this expedition
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| Unable to listen
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| Unable to listen
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| While I get more and more able to tell
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| If I lose my head
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| Will you label me dead?
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| If I lose my head
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| Will you label me dead?
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| And all the stones in my collection…
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| Put a heavy weight on me
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| And I don’t feel any contradiction
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| Please put a heavy weight on me
|
| And all the stones in my collection
|
| After this they won’t supply us
|
| With any more necessary medical help
|
| In this expedition
|
| Unable to listen
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| Unable to listen
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| While I get more and more able to tell
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| If I lose my head
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| Will you label me dead?
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| If I lose my head
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| Will you label me dead?
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| Oh-oh… |