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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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