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Wish I could write songs |
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about anything other than death |
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But I can't go to bed |
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Without drawing |
| [00:35.30] |
The red shaving off breaths |
| [00:39.45] |
Each one so heavy |
| [00:42.25] |
Each one so cumbersome |
| [00:44.25] |
Each one a lead |
| [00:46.55] |
Weight hanging between my lungs |
| [00:50.00] |
Spilling my guts |
| [00:52.35] |
Sweat on a microphone |
| [00:55.25] |
Breaking my voice |
| [00:58.10] |
Whenever I'm alone with you |
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Can't talk but |
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isn't this weather nice |
| [01:06.25] |
Are you okay |
| [01:08.15] |
Should I go somewhere else |
| [01:10.00] |
And hide my face |
| [01:13.10] |
A sprinter learning to wait |
| [01:18.21] |
A marathon runner |
| [01:20.30] |
My ankles are sprained |
| [01:28.40] |
A marathon runner |
| [01:31.10] |
My ankles are sprained |
