| I’ll put the nickel, in you
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| Draw my blood deep in the syringe
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| White lines capture my insides
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| Big and brass, girl or a boy
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| Load me with lead, one million degrees
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| I’m hot, a burning car
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| With each flower, I’ll plant the dreams in
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| My dry mind
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| There are ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
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| Ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
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| I’ll twist my neck in, the tight noose
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| While the night grows wide and dark
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| Squeeze through the tube, and don’t move
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| Your swollen mind and heavy heart
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| Load me with lead, one million degrees
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| I’m hot, a burning car
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| With each flower, I’ll plant the dreams in
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| My dry mind
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| There are ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
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| Ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
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| Keep me honest
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| And I won’t tell them
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| Make me promise
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| Oh, oh oh oh, oh
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| Empty room, so narrow
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| Suck marrow from your bones
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| Reach far across the room
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| And leave me all alone
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| I trained a bird to play
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| Painful, it perched on my left hand
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| Torn by your stinging gaze
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| Light-years engulfed in your pain
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| I have sworn you’re one of them
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| And I’m a stain on your report
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| I have sworn you’re one of them
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| A last resort
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| There are ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
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| Ways to fix a broken sound
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| With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground |