Been hanging desperation and hoping for a break,
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Black metal heavy feeling cold against my brains.
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Why do I disgrace those things that spreads right off my face?
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All this for you...
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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Like someone put a gun to his face.
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Your way of crawling away, of caring way too much.
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Plus public feelings, just like pistols is enough.
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Your only weapon, put on the piano I'm feeling slow.
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All this for you...
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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Like someone put a gun to his face.
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face,
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care.
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Like someone put a gun to her face.
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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Like someone put a gun to his face.
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face,
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care.
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Like someone put a gun to her face.
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Something Safe [Demo]
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| The Used |
