A long time driving for a place to stop
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I wander in at quarter to four
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No sense remembering what I forgot
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Tending to the blood on the floor
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Who would you save
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Why would you trust
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Do you suppose that they¡¯re on to us?
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The only way to know for sure¡¦
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Take this, promise me you¡¯ll bury it deep
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Treat it like you¡¯re digging a grave
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You¡¯re the only evidence I want to keep
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The only thing that I want to save
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And how can you sleep?
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And how can I trust whatever you say
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Isn¡¯t helping us
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Take matters into my own hands
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Take me away
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See what you¡¯ve done?
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You¡¯ve been a fool
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And a fragile one
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And now I have to lose you, too.
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The Blood On The Floor
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| The New Amsterdams |
