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My hands ache like paperweights
Crackling bones like bamboo
I swear, son, you're delusional
I see the morning crack its eyes again
Golden sunbeams turn to charcoal
I can't break a vicious cycle
Save the last light
Put aside the first light
Crackling bones like bamboo
I swear, son, you're delusional
I see the morning crack its eyes again
Golden sunbeams turn to charcoal
I can't break a vicious cycle
Save the last light
Put aside the first light
Lyrics submitted by TheCookFromMaine
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