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2006 |
1. | Broken Hands |
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3. | Destroy |
4. | The Chance |
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6. | Live Fast , Die Ugly |
7. | Feed The Fire |
8. | This Mess |
9. | A Better Way? |
10. | No Pretending |
11. | Breathe Again |
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On days away when we almost killed our own,
we found a way to be distracting and absolved
(Chorus)
And if i leave you will you smile and its not up for discussion so dont ask
... tonight
and dont waste your time and walk away,
it was futile anyway
we watch the blood boil and we still smiled
we watch the blood boil and we still smiled
i kept my eyes on you, should have been watching you
and yes i meant to hurt you and kick your insides into touch
And if i leave you will you smile and its not up for discussion so dont ask
... tonight
and dont waste your time and walk away, it was futile anyway
we watch the blood boil and we still smiled
we watch the blood boil and we still smiled
And if i leave you will you smile and its not up for discussion so dont ask
... tonight
and dont think i wanted you to stay
and dont think i wanted you to stay
and dont think i wanted you to stay
we watched the blood boil and we still smiled
we watched the blood boil and we still smiled
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Suppose you wash your hands of,
The dirt you run them through all day,
The mess you made,
Could it all make sense sometime?
When you crawl over to show blame,
It's all my fault,
And your eyes,
that I don't know,
Believe what is told to you,
So god liberates every way,
You stupid fool,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
Suppose you wash your hands of,
The dirt you run them through all day,
Believe what is told to you,
So god liberates every way,
You stupid fool,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
And your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Your sons will be breaking new hearts again,
Spare me yeah,
Spare me yeah,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, (X6)
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