This is the sound of tooth against bone
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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This is the sound of tooth against bone
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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This is the end of my rope
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So bite down
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Tell me how this concrete tastes
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And tell me for the last time that you're sorry
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So I can laugh out loud as I watch you
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Struggle; broken, bloody, barely breathing, yeah
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The truth is, there's been an autumn in me
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And it's been that way since May
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Yeah, I've hoped forever
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Diminishing myself with my unconscious
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This is the sound of tooth against bone
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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Yeah, this is the sound of tooth against bone
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Against cheering crowds and broken homes
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This is the end of the line
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And my shoes, ripped and ruined from running,
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Have finally found their final resting place, yeah
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At the base of your skull and once again
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Someone's left to clean up your mess
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Once again someone's left to clean up your mess
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Once again someone's left to clean up your mess
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Victor Versus The Victim
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Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |