Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
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And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
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Devouring all that's left of me
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Devouring all that's left of me
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In the palm of your hand, a resting place
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All the guilt in the land resting on me
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And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves
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And we're wishing to break this neverending spell
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Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
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Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven
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Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
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Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told
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Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
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And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
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They're devouring all that's left of me
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Yeah they're devouring all that's left of me
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Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
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Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven
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Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
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Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told.
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Back To Hell
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Alkaline Trio |