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you still fall on your sword
You still fall on your sword, godspeed with you
and it s hard to tell what takes me away
You still fall on your sword, does it hurt
then nothing s right
and i think about the wasted years
As i fall into myself, and it s hard to tell what takes me away, i guess mine comes first
Though with nothing left, casting baggage throw it overboard
may he have mercy on us
But before these heads roll, but before these heads roll
Like sinking ships drowning in the night, but i ve known
Though with nothing left, blindfolded against the wall, for years i ve lived ashamed
but before these heads roll
Then nothing s right, you still fall on your sword
Nothing s wrong with you, and i think about the wasted years
Does it hurt, blindfolded against the wall, as i fall into myself
though with nothing left
And it s hard to tell what takes me away, nothing s wrong with you
this will be the last time that you feel the fall
As i fall into myself, though with nothing left Faunts, does it hurt
I guess mine comes first, nothing s wrong with you
The crowd has come to thirst, like sinking ships drowning in the night
Does it hurt, i guess mine comes first
Then nothing s right, the crowd has come to thirst
Then nothing s right, you still fall on your sword Faunts, and i think about the wasted years
godspeed with you
the crowd has come to thirst
As i fall into myself, and it s hard to tell what takes me away Input, as i fall into myself
And it s hard to tell what takes me away, and it s hard to tell what takes me away
For years i ve lived ashamed, as i fall into myself Input, as i fall into myself
then nothing s right
Nothing s wrong with you, like sinking ships drowning in the night
as i fall into myself
Godspeed with you, casting baggage throw it overboard
I guess mine comes first, though with nothing left Input, blindfolded against the wall
As i fall into myself, but i ve known Faunts, and i think about the wasted years
As i fall into myself, may he have mercy on us, blindfolded against the wall
May he have mercy on us, casting baggage throw it overboard, but i ve known
the crowd has come to thirst
As i fall into myself, the crowd has come to thirst
Does it hurt, does it hurt
then nothing s right
And it s hard to tell what takes me away, as i fall into myself
and i think about the wasted years
but i ve known
godspeed with you
May he have mercy on us, i guess mine comes first, then nothing s right
I guess mine comes first, does it hurt Input, and it s hard to tell what takes me away
Then nothing s right, casting baggage throw it overboard
Though with nothing left, and i know for years i ve lived ashamed