An I.O.U tattoo strung along the finer rips and tears of your heart
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And it is there to keep you together while we're all falling apart
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My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
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Trading off between my open hands and swinging fists
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And this alcohol - my wrecking ball
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Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
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But, contrary to counter culture
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I don't care if the killing stops
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or if suffocation claims my lungs
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We walk a nightmare line
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Wide awake and dead at the same time
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We walk a nightmare line
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Wide awake and dead at the same time
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This ringing room has been raped and ruined
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Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you
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But time and fate - those things i hate -
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Both have their own ways of playing the winter's weight
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And we're both older and seven snowfalls worth of colder earth has left us reaching
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We walk a nightmare line
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Wide awake and dead at the same time
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We walk a nightmare line
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Wide awake and dead at the same time
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The cellar door is coming up, coming up
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And we've had time to lock it up, lock it up
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Im feverish, Im burning up, burning up
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I pray to god there's time enough, time enough
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You know that I love you
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But now I just can't shut you up, shut you up
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So now I'll have to chop you up, chop you up
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And I'll just wait until I get caught
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It's Dylan, You Know The Drill
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Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |