On sticks and sand, lost my money, lost my hands
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Blood on my brain, too much salt in my veins
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And I thought pain was clean
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And I thought hearts were strong
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But bones aren't sticks anymore
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And a day is far too long
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So many days never needing any grace
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Live for kicks and danger, there'd be beauty anyway
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And I thought pain was clean
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And I thought hearts were strong
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But bones aren't sticks anymore
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And a day is far too long x3
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A Day Is Far Too Long
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