A sad song plays and comforts me.
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At least he's jet black and crushed just like you and me.
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And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
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Of how we're tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
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Four years, eight jobs, more friends and still.
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I smoke, sleep late, drink, so I don't cry.
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And when it comes down to what I'll be
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A tombstone tired of being lonely.
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I feel fine
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When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size.
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Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
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It's time for the others.
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A sad song plays and comforts me.
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At least he's jet black and crushed just like you and me.
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And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
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Of how we're tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
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I feel fine
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When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size.
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Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
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It's time for the others.
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For the others.
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For the others.
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Tired Minds (Acoustic)
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