I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
Ive got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old
I dont think so

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Shes my hands, shes my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
Shes my novocaine ride

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue thme together, I wish I could
I cant believe it as the picture fades
Just like a tv, but the sound remains
I dont think so, no, I dont think so

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Feel it as I shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears

I dont think so, I dont think so

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