| Took a lonely feeling
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| Just to let the meaning sink like the sun goes down
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| Never close to heaven felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground
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| There’s blood on my hands
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| There’s blood on my hands, yeah there’s blood
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| It’s getting hard to listen
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| When the clock is ticking, counting down the days gone by Praying for an answer to another question that will only bleed you dry
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| You won’t understand
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| With your head in the sand, no you won’t
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| But I’ll curse the ground where you kneel
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| 'Till I grow my hair to my heels
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| Spike your water your wine
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| While you waste my precious time
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| Everytime I’m drinking
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| Try to stop my thinking about the things I’ve said and done
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| Stop the world from turning faster than I’m learning not to just hide and run
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| You won’t understand
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| With your head in the sand, no you won’t
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| Love came and went faster than a penny spent in a slot machine
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| Nowhere near the devil just somewhere in between you and me Sworn to secrecy
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| But I’ll curse the ground where you kneel
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| 'Till I grow my hair to my heels
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| Spike your water your wine
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| There’s blood on my hands
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| There’s blood on my hands
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| There’s blood on my hands
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| There’s blood on my hands Yeah there’s blood
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| But there’s blood on my hands, yeah there’s blood
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| Took a lonely feeling
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| Just to let the meaning sink like the sun goes down
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| Never close to heaven felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground |