I'm not really better
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Mallets crack with every breath, yeah
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I hear them scraping through the branche?
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Against my broken window
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When I'll let you in
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A silhouette holds me younger
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Can't poke me with his pinch, yeah
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Flops and drips of nectar
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And excess being
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When she says
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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There's no one left to save
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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Nothing left to say
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There's no one left to save
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Cau?e no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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And the cracks with under
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From a gash of stipple rain
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This bed will never rest you
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The answer's in the summon
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While I lay here in
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The stow can fix the crown in
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A wasted dusk of tears
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The potion turns to nectar
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When the pigment leaves the body
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When she says:
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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There's no one left to save
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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Nothing left to say
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There's no one left to save
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Cau?e no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Thanks for praying, thanks for all
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Go, don't like it anymore
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Have your breakfast feed in time
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And they say it ain't too notch
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And they say it ain't too notch
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Painted a full room of caves
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I'll bring dreams of better masses
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Made of pastures
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Labyrinths turning, city maze
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I've been hanging, breeds of cancer
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Every door our children sing
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Watching a blizzard
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Watching a blizzard
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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There's no one left to ?ave
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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Nothing left to say
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There's no one left to save
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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There's no one left to save
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint christopher
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Don't go on wondering
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Nothing left to say
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There's no one left to save
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Cause no one's at the wheal
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Saint chri?topher
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Zed And Two Naughts
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| Mars Volta |
