I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights
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With broken wrists and weaker fists
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This is the last fight ill give away..
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And there¡¯s something terrible locked in her attic
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So im told¡¦
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I can feel it on my face
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I still feel you everywhere
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¡¦and operator I cant hold much longer¡¦
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Cause there¡¯s a spot by a bathroom door
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Where I dropped so fast straight through the floor
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When I lost my grip on everything
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Eight feet under water is where we dare
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Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars
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Full of nothing but air¡¦
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So if anybody talks of me tell them I am never coming home again
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Just tell them I am gone¡¦
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Theres a place that I might fit in, but it reeks like where we¡¯ve been
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Perfect footprints from our feet that our haunted just by me
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To the lady of the hour (I hear) liquor love is all the rage
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Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste¡¦
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Theres a hole that we all fall in
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Where we fight for oxygen
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That¡¯s where I caught my grip and became king
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Eight feet undercover, don¡¯t forget that im here
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Warm secrets under covers with new friends
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And your holiday lovers¡¦
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So if anybody talks of me
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Tell them ill be gone forever without these scars
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That are completely invisible....
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To My Better Angel
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| Northstar |
