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Artiste:
Back After Dawn
Titre:
Dragging Dead Weight
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We have waited for hours upon hours In this murder office holding our breath to just be noticed We want to be used I have a feeling that we have fed the bullets Enough to rain the roses on all the mass production Our time for war has come Here is where I stand Broken bones meet blistered hands We're cutting open wounds to save a seat for you In the clinic we are pulling needles through And even when everything has gone bare When there's nothing left but static And nothing to hear Well be here to rock you to sleep and to guide you But at the moment theres nothing but lies Fake friendships and broken ties And in the end well all begin With some things thought and some things said Here is where I stand Broken bones meet blistered hands We're cutting open wounds to save a seat for you In the clinic we are (pause) through Your eyes through your face There's a killer there's a deeper spot in space That's pulling routine down That's killing precious sound In a tidal wave of maybes and regrets And in the morning we saw you when the sun comes up again And I will be you We have waited for hours upon hours In this murder office holding our breath to just be noticed We want to be used I have a feeling that we have fed the bullets Enough to rain the roses on all the mass production Our time for war And here is where I stand Broken bones meet blistered hands We're cutting open wounds to save a seat for you In the clinic we are pulling needles through Your eyes through your face There's a killer there's a deeper spot in space That's pulling routine down That's killing precious sound In a tidal wave of maybes and regrets