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Some things you do just to see |
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How bad they'll make you feel |
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Sometimes you try to freeze time |
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'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels |
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But I am just a broken machine |
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And I do things that I don't really mean |
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Long black night, morning frost |
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I'm still here, but all is lost |
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Speed up to the precipice |
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And then slam on the brakes |
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Some people crash two or three times |
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And then learn from their mistakes |
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But we are the ones who don't slow down at all |
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And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall |
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Long black night, morning frost |
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I'm still here, but all is lost |
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Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by |
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Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die |
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Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth |
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Draw a white chalk battlement |
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Mistreat your altar boys long enough |
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And this is what you get |
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Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave |
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Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave |
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Long black night, morning frost |
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I'm still here, but all is lost |
