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| 1. |
| 3:18 | 
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I live inside
I keep on walking slowly My head is reeling My house is peeling I'm alright, growing dark We're just baking Coulda died, I don't mind We're still chasing I walk along the stream The sun sticks to my back It's so hot, I can't breathe It's so dry, I might crack |
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| 2. |
| 2:48 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:36 |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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| 5. |
| 5:29 |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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| 7. |
| 3:05 |
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| 8. |
| 3:03 |
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Bad to feel the way I am
Today is another day, you do what you can Feel so sad, so bad today All our friends have gone away Here in my castle, lines crease me face Take them away, take them far away Feel so sad, so bad today All our friends have gone away |
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| 9. |
| 1:41 |
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I take time on my hands
And I'll make good on it, you'll see Sometimes I think it's okay Sometimes I don't know what to say No one seems to know a whole lot more I wish I couldn't feel the shame Still take the blame I tried to turn around, and I tried to turn around, but Gravity pulls hard on me astray Sometimes I think it's okay, Sometimes I feel all right inside I'm gonna make good on it You'll see No one seems to know a whole lot more I wish I couldn't feel the shame Still take the blame |
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| 10. |
| 4:49 |
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| 11. |
| 3:20 |
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| 12. |
| 3:33 |
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I turn red, I turn back in defeat
Take an arrowhead through my neck And it’s time to turn away To where I walk, where I stand Where it cuts, where it binds Where it stings, where I hide Don’t tell me you really know, I know Don’t tell me you really care, I know Until the sky clears And the saints fall from the sky Dropping like rocks and I I know I know I know I know I know I know |
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| 13. |
| 2:14 |
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I take time on my hands
And I'll make good on it, you'll see Sometimes I think it's okay Sometimes I don't know what to say No one seems to know a whole lot more I wish I couldn't feel the shame Still take the blame I tried to turn around, and I tried to turn around, but Gravity pulls hard on me astray Sometimes I think it's okay, Sometimes I feel all right inside I'm gonna make good on it You'll see No one seems to know a whole lot more I wish I couldn't feel the shame Still take the blame |
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| 14. |
| 6:04 |
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