Nausea comes creeping like a dog
Falling down now and sleeping like a log
Burn all our eyes shut - maybe
We all are to numb to see
Burn all our eyes shut - maybe
We all are to numb to see
Look at all the frozen people
Look at all the broken smiles
Torn between two words are all we
Between the fathers and the heart of a child
Between the fathers and the heart of a child
You're words are dried up
Burn all our eyes shut - maybe
We all are to numb to see
Look at all the frozen people
Look at all the broken smiles
Torn between two words are all we
Between the fathers and the heart of a child
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