Alone you find yourself just hanging
And to fill the hole you cling to all that seems
To hide the little girl thats crying
Underneath the rage that you let others see
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Coz your dancing dirt into the snow
While others look at you on show
Your dancing dirt into the snow
While all around you people grow
So now you look at me eyes wooden
An anchor through your head; crimson for diguise
An opal for a wound you carry
Heavy lights of pleading someone look at me
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And watch you bleed x2
The more you push through broken glass the thicker it becomes
And the more you turn on broken words the sooner you will need x2
A gun yeah x2
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