| I should have screamed at her
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| She might’ve woken up
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| It’d make a much better story than the one I’ve got
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| Because the world heard all it cares to hear about dying
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| She’s a saint and I’m a predator
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| We never pray alone
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| The lord built me from dirt
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| I built her out of my bones
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| That’s how the world learned all it ever could about lying
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| And every song’s about the young while we’re decaying
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| I’ll let you in if you’ve got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea
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| Because my pride alone won’t put this fire out
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| And it’s all that ever kept me warm
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| I should’ve screamed ar her
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| She might’ve smartened up
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| What kind of twisted conversation ends in giving up?
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| But then the world’s heard just about enough of your whining
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| I’m a prick because I’m built for it
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| My teeth are water stones
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| Keeping my bayonet sharp
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| In case these gunpowder lungs allow the world in just a bit too close to ignite
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| them
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| And every song’s about the young while we’re decaying
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| Like some unispired cadence
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| But baby
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| I’ll let you in if you’ve got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea
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| Because my pride alone won’t put this fire out
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| OOOH
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| I’ll let you in if you’ve got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea
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| Because pride alone won’t put this fire out
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| And it’s all that ever kept me warm
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| The scenes define our home
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| The crooked frames we claim
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| We’re leaving behind
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| From slamming our way through these doors
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| The scenes define our home
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| OOOOH
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| Because the world’s heard just about enough of your whining
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| I’ll let you in if you’ve got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea
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| Because my pride alone won’t put this fire out
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| OOOH
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| I’ll let you in if you’ve got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea
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| Because pride alone won’t put this fire out
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| And it’s all that ever kept me warm
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| (my pride alone won’t put this fire out) OOOH
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| I’m fine as long as when they sing about the young while we’re decaying
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| Like some final fading cadence
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| You can hold my hand and watch me mouth the words |