I could feel a hot one taking me down
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For a moment, I could feel the force
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Fainted to the point of tears
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And you were holding on to make a point
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What's the point?
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I'm but a clean man, stable and alone man
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Make it so I won't have to try
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The faces always stay the same
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So I face the fact that I'm just fine
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I said that I'm just fine
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I remember, head down,
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After you had found out
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Manna is a hell of a drug
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And I need a little more, I think
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Because enough is never quite enough
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What's enough?
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I took it like a grown man crying on the pavement
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Hoping you would show your face
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But I haven't heard a thing you've said
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In at least a couple hundred days
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What'd you say?
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I was in the front seat, shaking it out
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And I was asking if you felt alright
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I never want to hear the truth
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I want to hear your voice, it sounded fine
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My voice, it sounded fine
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I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
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And for the moment, I would sleep alright
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I'm dealing with a selfish fear
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To keep me up another restless night
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Another restless night
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The blood was dry, it was sober
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The feeling of audible cracks
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And I could tell it was over
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From the curtains that hung from your neck
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And I realized that then you were perfect
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And my teeth ripping out of my head
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And it looked like a painting I once knew
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Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact
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To pray for what I thought were angels
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Ended up being ambulances
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And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter
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She was crying inside your stomach
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And I felt love again
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I Can Feel A Hot One
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| Manchester Orchestra |
