if something said could serve as thread to her wound
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i'd commit to it
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i'd tell my tongue to tell of it until it broke my jaw
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until she saw
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that from the bottles we break
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her reflections make
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in this sea of glass, will she see at last the girl i've seen all along
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such beauty, a prize
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she's closed her own eyes to such value
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a truth, a truth
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[x2]
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i'm just another addict with a different kind of needle in my arm
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another bottle in my hand
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brings a thought to understand that we're all drunk
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walking the narrowest white lines ever drawn
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going further than we've ever gone
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[x2]
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we fall just to feel recovery
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we stumble into something sobering
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i've found it overflowing from the cup of God
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Just Another Addict
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As Cities Burn |