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| Hear the kids screaming? So can I.
We're living in a time that Shakespeare himself would weep for.
This is tragedy between the lines
and between the marks and the bloodshot eyes.
You can see yourself dying? So can I.
It's not the way that we skipped the spring,
it's just the way that we wasted it.
And for all the times I hated myself,
nothing amounts to you.
Feel yourself falling? So can I.
And I've been living this way for years.
You'll be here for a time, but I doubt I'll ever see the day
where I'm standing where you'll be once you're tired of it.
Think you're alone? You're not.
You've got everyone in the world behind you,
like an army marching through a Russian winter.
Just don't head towards Russia
and you won't end up in exile.
Come around here again
and I'll knock your fucking teeth in,
but then you oughta see how I'll wind up.
A few teeth and some blood won't compare.
You think you can escape this? You can.
But no matter where I'll go I'll see the ghosts in the pale light.
You'll forget before you can even forgive
and I'll forgive and never forget.
You think life is so rough? So do I.
But you don't know what you've got on a plate before you.
You don't know how you can make it and be normal.
I'm damned with a curse to never reach such a fate.
Call it a blessing, I'll spit in your face.
It's a curse and it runs in my blood,
it runs in the family and you'll never grasp it
until you see how dark the blood makes it.
You don't know the amount I've been affected
by the things that would make you shiver
things that would make you cry
things that would make you ask "are you okay?"
things that would surprise you from a suicide victim.
You don't know me and you never will-
even when I want you to and I want to be understood.
You'll never get it quite right and I'll always feel alone,
even if it's not true at all, it's always there and there's simply no cure.
It's destiny, it's in the blood, it's in the walls.
"enjoy yourself,
take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wanting
to be haunted"
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| It's a terrible thing when the stress builds
and you say things and get ideas
that are so far from truth, but you can't help but believe them.
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| Can't write a lick of music.
What the fuck is that about?
Sometimes you gotta face up to your fears
and see that you're nobody through all the tears.
See that what you love and what you've got just isn't the same.
I'll never write a music note
I'll never sing a song
I'll throw away all I've wrote
and sigh a last so long
What do you do when you lose your passion?
Do you just whither up and die?
Where do you put all the songs you wrote?
And where do you put a starry-eye?
When's the time to throw in the towel?
To give up on all of your dreams?
When's the time to scream your love?
And where
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| So it's a rough night huh?
Take a walk with me
down these dead end streets
to watch the dreams decay
and the silhouette fade.
We'll have a beer at the bar
in the back of a long dark car
the scrawled out letters
in the name of God,
who could walk through?
We'll see a picture show
at the place downtown
and the dancers can sing
and singers can swing
and we'll have nothing by morning
but the sun could knock us blind
You'll know what I mean tomorrow
Stalk through the night
like a commonwealth blight.
With the saxophone pumping out the radio
and well pass the electric shop
where the bands used to play,
we'll crawl the alleys looking for prey.
Like animals in heat, they skid down the row,
the whispers fall out from the sewers below
The corner store dime shops
with the red light flashers.
And the blood puddles out from the clockwork cogs
Young girl, they call us the Diamond Dogs.
Killer instinct, keen-eyed dolls,
they hide themselves behind the walls.
We're something read between the lines
and if we're lucky they'll fall for the delicate disguise.
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| I really either need to stop drinking or start drinking.
This whole in between thing has really got me worn out.
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