I've got myself so deep inside a hole I taste the air go thin as I get old
I don't think so as I get old I don't think so

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Pick up the pieces of my world glue them together I wish I could
I can't believe it as the picture fades just like a TV but the sound remains
I don't think so no I don't think so

She's my hands she's my hands picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly she's my novacaine ride

Feel it as I shake shatter illusions fade taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears I don't think so I don't think so

She's my hands, she's my hands picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly she's my novacaine ride

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