I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you
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I would dig a thousand more if I needed to
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I look around the grave for an escape route of old routines
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There doesna¢æ¢ât seem to be any other way
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Cause Ia¢æ¢âve started falling apart Ia¢æ¢âm not savouring life
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Ia¢æ¢âve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
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Crazy as it sounds you wont feel as low as you feel right now
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At least thata¢æ¢âs what I've been told by everyone
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I whisper empty sounds in your ear and hope that you wona¢æ¢ât let go
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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Cause I've started falling apart Ia¢æ¢âm not savouring life
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I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
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I've started falling apart I'm not savouring life
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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I've started falling apart I'm not savouring life
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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I've started falling apart I'm not savouring life
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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and
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Take the pieces and build them skywards
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and
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Take the pieces and build them up to the sky.
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Machines
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Biffy Clyro |