We're sinking, sinking into the stone
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We're drinking, drinking our way to hell.
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There's nothing we can do to save the skin on our backs again.
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So I'll just sit back and we'll just pretend that it's all better.
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When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
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Stop thinking, start making sense.
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You're thinking, thinking what the fuck happened to me.
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You're working, working yourself into a mess.
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There's nothing you can do to save yourself from caving in.
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So I'll just sit back and we'll just pretend that it's all better.
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When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
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Stop thinking, stop making sense (to me).
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I used to mean something to you,
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But now I'm tired and alone.
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I used to mean something to you,
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Locked out and left here in the cold.
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I used to mean something to you,
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But now I'm tired and alone.
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I used to mean something to you,
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Locked out and left here in the cold.
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Old Hymns
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| Funeral For A Friend |
