| Dead state I can feel the weight
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| Light streaming in through an open grate
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| Two thread score tearing up the floor
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| Out in the alley with the trigger draw
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| Numb hands I can see the strand
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| Hold it together with a severed hand
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| Three lost years I’ve been crying here
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| I’m over, I’m over, I’m over, I’m broken
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| Strung out on the wings of the dawn
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| Hole in the back, soul in the storm
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| Torn down through the cracks in the dark
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches apart
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| I’m hit I can feel the grit
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| Sat in the asher on the beaten brick
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| Two thread main running through the vein
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| Out in the centre with a mirrored cane
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| Numb feet I can hear you speak
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| Hold it together with a severed streak
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| Three long years I’ve been crying here
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| I’m over, I’m over, I’m over, I’m broken
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| Strung out on the wings of the dawn
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| Hole in the back, soul in the storm
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| Torn down through the cracks in the dark
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches apart
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| Stood up on the side of the earth
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| Thrown back to the track to the dirt
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| Two thread lose an hour a day
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away…
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| Strung out on the wings of the dawn
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| Hole in the back, soul in the storm
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| Torn down through the cracks in the dark
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches apart
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| Stood up on the side of the earth
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| Thrown back to the track to the dirt
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| Tooth red, lose an hour a day
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away…
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away
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| We’re miles adrift, we’re inches away
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| Hold it together, with a severed hand
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| Can’t feel the blood |