I've choked on every word i've said to you death angel
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My confidence starts to fade these hands are free
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Faith from the outside
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bottles in my hand it makes it all pretend
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like slaves we walk these dessert sands
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tied at the feet and hands
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their soles bleed our demands
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fall to your knees
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hands nailed to the hardwood floor screaming
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when everything seems so far away
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when the inspiration is gone and the machine is breaking down
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i won't feel a fucking thing
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i'll burn it to the ground
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like slaves we walk these dessert sands
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bleeding in and out like a man with
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no regrets
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i just can't pretend that my life will pass me by without living life long dreams im screaming out
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Blue Skies At War |