Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to go
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Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright
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Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty
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I always crash land, resist, exaggerated authority
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Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories
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and I'd be really wanting to know
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how they treat internal bleeding when they're dying to be the future glow
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All attacks come two by two
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We've been gliding, so far just spinning our wheels
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When all the bodies fall do they face the sky
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To choose which star to make it home
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When all the bodies fall is it finally quiet
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Or does their last heartbeat echo till they're gold
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Crash land, resist, re-define a dire need
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Crash land, in this unassuming reality
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When all the bodies fall will they shun the light
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And dust their feet on brittle stone
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And all this time is wasted on an assembly line
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To keep things plain enough to be sold
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Tell me something to ease my worry,
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tell me something to calm me down
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Tell me something to prove your story,
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a shot of sodium pentathol
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Tell me something that's not too late to deny'
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Why would anybody treat your right
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We already know how the actors feel
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A Cinema Spine
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Before Braille |