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Baby, its our hearts slow beating
That make us grow old
I mean to say theres no one helping
Were digging our own hole
Im reading your words
Theyre scrawled on the page
They lay here in silent rage
Ill hold you to this for as long as I breathe
Much more than whispers
If I ever found a one leaf clover
You would be you
Wishing that such heights were lower
And nothing is new
Citing your verse
It couldnt sound worse
The black recital I did rehearse
We all die alone as Im clenching this phone
I cant imagine a slowing hearse
How many times will I play the hero
How many lies before its true
How many times will we clock out at zero
How many tries before were through
How many lives til another you
The scars are slowly healing
The lips have regained feeling
The obstacles are kneeling
The final wax is sealing
The great white ships are sailing
The feet have left their railing
The four last hooves are hailing
How many times will I play the hero
How many lies before its true
How many times will we clock out at zero
How many tries before were through
How many lives till another you
Baby, its our hearts slow beating
That make us grow old
I mean to say theres no one helping
Were digging our own hole