i'm clued up for the feature film inside my house - dead eyes, long coats, white teeth inside your perfect mouth. i'll practice what i've found, oh lord i'll practice what i've found - i'll drown the demons right out. we've come a long, long way since pulling hair in your car - old smiles, heartbreak and a habit for the perfect scar. it's hard to move at all, my legs are lead and stapled to the floor - you just wanted this more. i'm down until my teeth can grind on the southern stage where you will hide and when your soul is ready find me here. if the world provides for you and i, then we'll keep on breathing.
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