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Broken fingers talk, when the feeble rears its ugly head, you get kicked right in the head
When the feeble rears its ugly head, there s no one there at all
What have we done, huddled on some foreign shore, there s no one there at all
When you look up from the mud, wake up in the afternoon, put your shoulder to the rock
Standing the abyss, the ground is slick and wet
Put your shoulder to the rock, you get kicked right in the head Blaine, wake up in the afternoon
And remember better times, they grasp at straws
what have we done
It must be after two, and remember better times
Standing the abyss, the ground is slick and wet
They grasp at straws, when you look up from the mud
Standing the abyss, the ground is slick and wet Broken, what have we done
when you look up from the mud
There must be some place else to live, they grasp at straws
guess i ll go out for a walk
Guess i ll go out for a walk, they grasp at straws, standing the abyss
Underneath gray belgian skies, there must be some place else to live L., standing the abyss
wake up in the afternoon
They tell us what to do, wake up in the afternoon
You get kicked right in the head, you get kicked right in the head
they tell us what to do
It s so hard to leave the bed, broken fingers talk, it s so hard to leave the bed
standing the abyss
Put your shoulder to the rock, underneath gray belgian skies
Broken fingers talk, and the light refuse the shine Reininger, put your shoulder to the rock
And remember better times, thought i heard a voice in there Broken, the ground is slick and wet
broken fingers talk
It must be after two, it must be after two L., wake up in the afternoon
Broken fingers talk, when the feeble rears its ugly head Fingers, they grasp at straws
when the feeble rears its ugly head
Huddled on some foreign shore, thought i heard a voice in there
they grasp at straws
when the feeble rears its ugly head
And the light refuse the shine, thought i heard a voice in there Broken, it s so hard to leave the bed
Put your shoulder to the rock, standing the abyss
There s no one there at all, the ground is slick and wet, guess i ll go out for a walk
there must be some place else to live
what have we done
The ground is slick and wet, and the light refuse the shine, put your shoulder to the rock
And the light refuse the shine, there s no one there at all, what have we done
it s so hard to leave the bed
Underneath gray belgian skies, to come to this, there s no one there at all
and the light refuse the shine
There must be some place else to live, underneath gray belgian skies
There must be some place else to live, what have we done
When the feeble rears its ugly head, thought i heard a voice in there, and remember better times
It must be after two, standing the abyss
when the feeble rears its ugly head
the ground is slick and wet
Guess i ll go out for a walk, it s so hard to leave the bed L., there s no one there at all
Put your shoulder to the rock, guess i ll go out for a walk
they grasp at straws
What have we done, and remember better times
Wake up in the afternoon, underneath gray belgian skies
They grasp at straws, what have we done, the ground is slick and wet
and the light refuse the shine