I put my best foot first and it got burnt

Communication always hurts

I've got myself so deep inside a hole

I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old

I don't think so



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She's my hands, she's my hands

Picks me up when I crash down

Build me wings so I can glide

She's my novocaine ride



Pick up the pieces of my world

Glue thme together, I wish I could

I can't believe it as the picture fades

Just like a TV, but the sound remains

I don't think so, no, I don't think so



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Feel it as I shake

Shatter illusions fade

Taste my bitter tears

Cut my heart with shears



I don't think so, I don't think so



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