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Quitters
02:54
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A dying breath, your life to words
On display for those with presidents on paper
And it turns blue skies to grey while we say
All the wrong things anyway
I'm running low
Was once misfortune's foe
Today we drive as the earth it turns
In hopes of finding happiness in a room
Behind a stage in a city you could burn to the ground
Cause this ain't your home, is it?
I'd normally try to smile but fuck it
I'm running low
Was once misfortune's foe
Don't cut the tension, let it flow
Burn all your bridges as the crow clutches the night
And your insides
Reserve the morning
For saying only what you don't mean
Too much to drink not enough sleep
Living far beyond your means with a transient man's reach
Incredulous, you stop and think
You stop to think
I'm running low was once misfortune's foe
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Bury Me
03:32
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Honestly, I can't fight the feeling
I'm wondering
Is your heart still beating?
Cause everything seems so temporary
Lucky me, I'm stuck here singing songs with broken wings
And they're all about you
The skies have never looked so damn inviting
What would breathe will only wheeze
Will only stumble on in agony
I'm on my knees
Screaming 'honey, won't you bury me?'
Those words I could not whisper
The ones I wanted to scream
Those habits that killed me
They're all I've got
This deadly affinity
What would breathe will only wheeze
Will only stumble on in agony
I'm on my knees
Screaming 'honey, won't you bury me?'
December can bury itself with snow
For taking from me what I loved most
This summer only stands to burn a hole
I'll cut off my wings and become a ghost
Under a headstone I'll make my home
And laugh loud knowing I'm no longer alone
With dead bodies I'll dance the night on through
I'll dig right through them graves to you
I'll dig right through them graves to you
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