Your number fakes coming along without youKnowing a shift took placeYour father hooks a wing about youIf you flail this broken sword around you'llCut nothing upAgain we'll face these things when they're dead issuesMoments take each others placeBorn and forgotten the same wayHey, hey, I'll pay you to cut me outI'll pay you to cut me outA blower of hot flesh is a babyThat's the first white stuff I suckedTo feed this open fire with a windy dayMoments take each others placeBorn and forgotten the same wayNever knowing who you really are
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