It's 5 o'clock and staring through a figure on a razor blade, it's time to stop when the clock has you tripping through the everglades
when the memory chain seems to familiar and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you seems so familiar
it's 3 o'clock and i'm standing with a figure on the soul chicane it brings me back every second till the ticket takes me to the train
when the memory chin seems to familiar and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you when the memory chin seems to familiar have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away you know the comfort that you crave seems so familiar
it's 9 o'clock an i'm leaving here forever on an airplane it brings me back every second to the minute let the thought remain
when the memory chin seems to familiar and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you when the memory chin seems to familiar have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away you know the comfort that we crave seems so familiar
we're all apologies let tainted losers breath a second sooner a second sooner, a second sooner
when the memory chin seems to familiar have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away you know the comfort that you crave seems so familiar so familier, too familier, so familier, too familier
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