| Blacking out
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| Spitting gravel grinding teeth
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| Coming home
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| To just how desperately we need
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| Bloodshot eyes
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| Half filled holes and weakened knees
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| This is consequence
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| This is shedding skin
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| We’re so obvious
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| Sharpen rocks to break our fall
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| So obedient
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| To what bends and breaks us all
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| We’re just passengers
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| Binding time between the lines
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| Here’s to the year
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| Here’s to nothing at all
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| Disconnect
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| Vertigo will serve you yet
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| Streetlight sick
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| Daylight never felt so dead
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| It’s not personal
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| But the crosshairs stays on you
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| We give you victim hood
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| Do with it what you will
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| We’re so obvious
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| Sharpen rocks to break our fall
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| So obedient
|
| To what bends and breaks us all
|
| We’re just passengers
|
| Binding time between the lines
|
| Here’s to the year
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| And here’s to nothing at all
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| Come on
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| We’re so obvious
|
| Sharpen rocks to break our fall
|
| So obedient
|
| We’re just passengers
|
| Binding time between the lines
|
| Here’s to the year
|
| We’re so obvious
|
| Sharpen rocks to break our fall
|
| So obedient
|
| To what bends and breaks us all
|
| We’re just passengers
|
| Binding time between the lines
|
| Here’s to the year
|
| Here’s to nothing at all |