| Lyics | Song |
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| Glamour in hand to defend this, my only body stance. | |
| Miles of conviction carry the weight of all your own mistakes. | |
| It's dirt beneath your fingertips, it hurts too much to wait for this. | |
| Sinking quicksand eyes makes for heavy sigh. | |
| So I swim in a sea of distress, broken down and helpless. | |
| Swallow placebo and the mountain gets steeper. | |
| Say hello to sunshine; wake up, you're baptized. | |
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| Gasoline in a pistol, blood filling the bathtub. | |
| She found a book that writes itself that plays it upon a stage over and over again. | |
| Bones, skin, nails, and flesh on a bed of a lack of passion; a medieval consequence. | |
| But somehow, he must've been predicting the fall. | |
| I wrote it down in blood: 'Never forget, my love.' | |
| This man is using his mind as a weapon. | |
| This body, cold and contageous, buried with your face down. | |
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