There's a mark on my back from my last heart attack A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack There's a source, of course, she says: It's whispering at night like air leaks from a tire the truth outruns your lies (life) If you jump track, thinkin' it's over Remember? Sooner or later it's over your shoulder I've got a bigmechanicmouth it resonates with sound A forkedmetallictongue it's green with what it's found Spin my head around for a different view You can't look straight ahead to see what's in front of you If you jump track, thinkin' it's over Remember? Sooner or later it's over your shoulder
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