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Grinding to a halt, I don't feel like I can move
Dragging myself up the stairs, hallway spinning at the roof
I can hear it in the distance
Lack of interest in the movement
I am puking on myself, I am thinking of our truth
None of this means a thing
Pacify me
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Iron on Cobbles
03:13
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Tie yourself to the tree, beg the wolves but they won't come
Tie rocks to your legs, get to the river and the bed's been wrung
Tie a belt round your neck, when you jump your feet will touch the ground
Tie it up and don't look at it again
Let's lock the doors and set the house on fire
This is our home, we're here forever
Make it a habit
Six weeks to fully form
Chase yourself son
You've been told, now you know
Can the habit be a beautiful release?
Can we find our love on wet concrete?
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