The Flatliners
The Flatliners - Mastering The World's Smallest Violin songtekst
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I've always said after we tear it down, burn it to the ground That we'll dance of the ashes of this town Our patience is wearing thin as we all drown Home's only home 'til you're sick of the sound of the peeling ground And we're waiting around, pushing our lives down and down Hold on for dear life My hands are blue and I... I've never been so cold I've never felt this way before You've got that look again in your eyes... Where everything that I say could just kill it all Unless this kills us all Well you know that the world doesn't end at the end of your block But is your life the one that feels like a ticking clock? I think its time to cut out those envious eyes And I wouldn't be surprised if you were utterly shocked When this plane crashes down there goes all our luck When you watch the smile fade from their face... Everything that I say could kill it all It'll kill us all