so the lines are lost
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on the smallest details
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of the life that we tossed
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pushed out over the rail
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and the wounds run deep
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through the one man so bad
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he's fallen beneath
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the touch of your hand
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and its all drawn out
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there's nothing inside
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and nothing to hold
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nothing to find
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its wearing' me out
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this feeling inside
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I'm all drawn out
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and the promise we break it
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and the reasons we fake it
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bring us farther apart
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from the love that we make
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as the poisonous time
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leaves us gasping for air
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we run for the past
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but were already there
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and its all drawn out
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there's nothing inside
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and nothing to hold
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nothing to find
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and its wearing me out
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this feeling inside
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and its all drawn out
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its all drawn out
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I'm all drawn out
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Drawn Out
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Dishwalla |