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My tired eyes are blackened wicks
Razor tucked under my chin
Quit, quit, quitters started quitting
One last time
Take me down to the other side
Where all the lights are handed out
Mine is empty, mine is shattered
Powered down
How she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything's all right
Late star, rising up
To me the shine
She found my, she found my
She found my, found my center
Im the bellyache in time
The bootstrap cough of the family line
All that history that was never meant to be
I hold my head together with
Re-connective little pills
That look like cars that swallow
Everything they see
How she cuts from the inside
Whispers, everything is mine
Late stars that rise above us start to shine
She found my, she found my
She found my, found my center
I concentrate so I can find myself
I cant get back all this time I wasted
She keeps, she keeps an eye on me
Found my, she found my
She found my, found my, found my center
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