What's passed these hands?
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All these drugs and one night stands
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So I tremble when I think of what she'd do
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She'd say something like, "You're no good,
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You're like the junkies in this neighborhood"
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We all need a fix, I guess I need one too
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But I'm trying madly to calm these nerves with something new
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I got this heavy debt, I've got nothing left
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But this daunting weight slung 'round my neck
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You got the callous mouth, all your endless doubts
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We spent this fifteen weeks, trying to work it out
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Do you think we're getting to something new?
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Oh God, not another fight
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I'm always trying to get the details right
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I remember when you told me you felt saved
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When you promised you'd lay flowers on my grave
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Just like they used to do
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Is it something new?
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And now here I stand with these blood soaked hands
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On this sleepless night, that never ends
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And these songs I sing
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With these hopes that I cling to
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Desperately wondering
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Are we finally getting to something new?
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Is it something new?
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Are we finally to something new?
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Something New
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The Airborne Toxic Event |