I Put My Best Foot First And It Got Burnt

Communication Always Hurts

I've Got Myself So Deep Inside A Hole

I Taste The Air Go Thin As I Get Old, As I Get Old

I Don't Think So



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She's My Hands, She's My Hands

Picks Me Up When I Crash Down

Build Me Wings So I Can Glide

She's My Novocaine Ride



Pick Up The Pieces Of My World

Glue Thme Together, I Wish I Could

I Can't Believe It As The Picture Fades

Just Like A TV, But The Sound Remains

I Don't Think So, No, I Don't Think So



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Feel It As I Shake

Shatter Illusions Fade

Taste My Bitter Tears

Cut My Heart With Shears



I Don't Think So, I Don't Think So



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