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taste the water - let it run down your - lips now

Everything is fine - everything is - gone to - far

Dance like a skeleton - in the wind

Above it all where no one can touch

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Chorus-

As your ribs whistle in the wind

We hear the song of our demise

Robbing us of the pocket change time

DO you like the way that it taste

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pour me a another round, let it hit just right

forever held in this death grip

intertwined holding on so tight

Syndromes change following there roles

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Chorus-

We hear the song of our demise

Robbing us of the pocket change time

DO you like the way that it taste

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Bridge

Cellophane and pocket knives are dancing around

The camera takes its last breath

Millions will see but no one will care

For an down an out soul

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Outro

everything is - gone to - far

intertwined holding on so - tight

taste the water - let it run down your - lips now

close