There I was, laid out on a table
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Screamin' sweat and bare feet to the floor
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In my life, I'd not soften
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Things that cut, and burn so often
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But I sit, think of somethin'
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Scared to face, the dyin' nothin'
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See the cycle I've waited for
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It ain't like that anymore
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Where I go is when I feel I'm able
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How I fight is why I'm feelin' sore
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In my sight, not forgotten
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Feel as though, a tooth were rotten
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Behind the smile, a tongue that's slippin'
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Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin'
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See the cycle I've waited for
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It ain't like that anymore
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Here I sit writing on the paper
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Trying to think of words you can't ignore
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In my eyes, what I'm lacking
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Score at face, a ten for slacking
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Sign the deal, set in motion
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Smaller fish, so huge the ocean
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See the cycle I've waited for
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It ain't like that anymore
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It Ain't Like That
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Alice In Chains |