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We sleep alone or with our chores. We feed on knives, because we’re poor. Wait in line with the stars that all froze in mime. Call us men, and pay our sinner’s fee. I admit I put it on so well. Take the nails right out of me, melt them down for you to keep. Skill is sold off like an old bride. A bargain buys. I could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t sing. Therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and strings. I could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the smoke. Blind our lives to what keeps below Stop spending so much time coating the inside of lost sight. Leaving the ghost to paint us bright. Trapping your dead while another key was struck in red. I could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t sing. Therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and strings. I could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the smoke. Blind our lives to what keeps below. We can only be as sad as our fathers. We’ll only eat what our mothers allow us to take. We can only take the same drinks as our fathers. It's all that our mothers pray us to be. Take the nails right out of me, melt them down for you to keep. I could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t sing. Therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and strings. I could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the smoke. Blind our lives to what keeps below. Every sunken moment in our lives is what buys your blackout nights.
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