| Teeth ripped out of gums hit
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| Sparkling gray squares of concrete
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| Screams in technicolor pain
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| Doubled over spitting blood
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| The freezing rain
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| Never felt so good
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| To wake up in some town
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| On some floor to some sound
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| Voices rattle through my veins
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| You’re slowly imploding
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| Your worlds are corroding
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| Please let it work itself out
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| We’ve got time to melt
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| You haven’t said a single thing
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| A six month recurring dream
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| Oil stains
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| Glisten in this light
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| Fluorescent yellow blue and red
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| It’s not worth talking
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| When everything goes left unsaid
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| The freezing rain
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| Slants down in icy sheets
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| On some street where someone
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| Is cursing what they’ve done
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| And walking quickly toward the train
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| Cold and dejected
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| In a brightly lit steel frame
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| Please let it work itself out
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| We’ve got time to melt
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| You haven’t said a single thing
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| A six month recurring dream
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| Your eyes are a cloudy morning
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| My lips are this sealed letter
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| Ineptly yours, sincerely sorry
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| It’s something you feel
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| In the sole out of your shoe
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| On a loud city bus
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| On some aching afternoon |