| And I’m the one who calls up, blood boils up
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| No love was lost today, but no love was made
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| My heart is swollen up, my tongue gets tied up
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| But shit, and sure enough, my well has dried up
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| All I can do
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| Is listen for the ending cos I can’t argue with you
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| And if I have to say this today, we are dying
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| So go and put your shovel in your ground, I guess my last words are for you
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| Feel like the wall, stops talking back
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| And there’s some attitude, glad I don’t fit in your shoes
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| I don’t like the way my eyes record these days
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| I get all mixed up, and stored in a coffee cup
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| Shine gets a little more rust, collecting dust
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| All I can do
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| Is listen for the ending cos I can’t argue with you
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| And if I have to say this today, we are dying
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| So go and put your shovel in your ground, I guess my last words are for you
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| All I can do
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| Is listen for the ending cos I can’t argue with you
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| And if I have to say this today, we are dying
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| So go and put your shovel in your ground, I guess my last words are for you |