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When your calling ain't calling back to you |
| [00:20.85] |
I'll be side-stage mouthing lines for you |
| [00:28.92] |
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth |
| [00:36.15] |
I got hope but my hope isn't helping you |
| [00:43.81] |
Spitting our guts from their gears |
| [00:48.15] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [00:52.75] |
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [01:15.44] |
Wake up puddle-eyed |
| [01:19.78] |
Sleeping in a suit |
| [01:23.87] |
The truth is ugly well, I feel ugly too |
| [01:31.76] |
We'll be heroes on every bar stool when |
| [01:40.27] |
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you |
| [01:47.30] |
Spitting our guts from their gears |
| [01:51.48] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [01:55.25] |
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [02:02.46] |
Well you stole the heart right out my chest |
| [02:06.91] |
Changed the words that I know best |
| [02:10.47] |
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [02:18.85] |
Holding on and on and on enough enough enough |
| [02:50.36] |
Spitting our guts from their gears |
| [02:54.36] |
Draining our spleen over years |
| [02:58.08] |
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there |
| [03:04.67] |
Well you stole the heart right out my chest |
| [03:09.65] |
Changed the words that I know best |
| [03:13.48] |
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there |
