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I can walk the bed of nails |
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I'm not the only one |
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But some, they cannot walk the jagged line |
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Callous, concentrating |
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For nails are sharp as lies |
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I run the jagged line |
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From years and years of practice |
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I know just how to stand |
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Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand |
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Prepared with boards and hammers |
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And several bags of nails |
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I could build a wall to lean on |
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Roof above my mind |
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I can see you've got your own plans |
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Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine |
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I can walk the bed of nails |
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Grin and bear the pain |
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But some, they cannot deal with all these things |
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Always sacrificing |
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For lies are sharp as nails |
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And all the pain it brings |
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Sometimes i just pretend that all the lies are true |
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And i know i might depend on you |
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But if my concentration breaks |
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I'm washed away with pain |
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And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails |
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And i'm stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies |
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Inside my bed of nails |
