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(Lyrics by Peter Loeffler)
(Music by Chevelle)
A scratchy throat
I wish you would lift this, I drink liquids
Spreading true, I hope
A blank earth covered in nothing, living
Swear this its something cause its here
And we feel towards a place
And many pay by ignoring
And you dont care
Where is the mother figure
While Im here
And mostly its hard when this happens
Dont keep inside life, cause thats not fair
And solder wont keep me together
If heat is there, the heat is there
I can feel you breathing
And patience is slow going
Id like to obtain this
Now
Cause this is it made me think
Cause this is it made me think
Made me see caught this now
Caught me