I saw death in the bottom of white hill road,
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Careless try for a suicide note,
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I turned around and I closed my eyes,
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But the speeding cars never did collide,
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Yeah the speeding cars never did collide
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When did I get so lost inside my head,
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I'm only 22, but I'm going on dead,
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So I put my faith in my grandmother's god,
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Piece by piece just lose all I've got,
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Yeah piece by piece just lose all I've got
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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But I'm still hoping I,
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Can get back on my feet,
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I just need a little time,
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Because my mother told me to loosen up and stop living in my head,
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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So I'll just drive myself to sleep instead
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I think I left my mind somewhere near the line,
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I stain these walls with the blood from my hands,
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And I don't sleep since I got home,
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I fear the night will take me for all that I own
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Because I view my life through a telescope,
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That I built from a bottle on a slippery slope,
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You see I can't dream to save my life,
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But I'm holding on for a day that I might
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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But I'm still hoping I,
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Can get back on my feet,
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I just need a little time,
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Because my mother told me to loosen up and stop living in my head,
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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So I'll just drive myself to sleep instead
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Because I'm overweight, overtired, and sick of trying to find,
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An answer in these darkened city bars,
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In the backrooms where we lose our hope,
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The drinks that turn good men to ghosts,
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In the end we're all left wondering who we are
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I saw a death at the bottom of white hill road,
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A careless try for a suicide note
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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But I'm still hoping I,
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Can get back on my feet,
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I just need a little time,
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Because my mother told me to loosen up and stop living in my head,
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It's been a bad few weeks,
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So I'll just drive myself to sleep instead
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I saw a death at the bottom of white hill road,
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A careless try for a suicide note.
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Speeding Cars
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| Deaf Havana |
