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I built up a tolerance
To being this way
I've been chasing dragons for the race
Hunting for something I'll never attain

I built up a tolerance
To coming back home
Hearing voices coming from the walls
Bags packed just no where to get off

I built up a tolerance
To holding my breath
I got a pain I think I wanna forget
Fifteen dollars gets you where it gets

I built up a tolerance
To things that I miss
See you lying face down on the bed
Oil paint like blood on your hands

Oh God is that really all we'll know
I don't want us both to die alone
Oh God is that really all we'll know
Poltergeists knocking at our door

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