This train don't stop at the stations of the cross
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No reasons left to believe
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Trying to stay awake gave yourself a caffeine headache
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To hide the taste of sleep
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In choosing to forget you cut away the safety net that holds your heart, holds your heart
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And you go in search of youth touching up your empire roots
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But these days we don't know how to march
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Satisfied with a knife in your spine you're bloodless
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So tell me again what am I feeling you know me so well
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So what am I feeling and how can you tell
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I've got a feeling you don't know
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We think that we're the ones we're the bright unconquered suns
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Wait a while we'll watch the light grow stale
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And we smell so very clean but we're the
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Oil in this machine and this machine
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This machine is going wrong
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So choose your sides when it comes to the fight you're bloodless
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So tell me again what am I feeling you know me so well
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So what am I feeling and how can you tell
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I've got a feeling you don't know
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You choose your side but in the fight I see your blood run white, your blood run white
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And I've seen it all before and I see it again
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And I see it again
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So what am I feeling you know me so well
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So what am I feeling and how can you tell
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I've got a feeling you don't know
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So tell me again now what am I feeling you know me so well
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So what am I feeling and how can you tell
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I've got a feeling
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So tell me again now what am I feeling you know me so well
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So what am I feeling and how can you tell
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I've got a feeling you don't know
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Bloodless
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| Tom McRae |
