I let go of these cold nights long ago
And now it's time for you to follow suit
And those burning eyes stinging from pusuit
Take the regret and sallow timbre
And throw it to the ocean
Where misery can seek it out
And youve been waiting with open arms
Well take a breath and rule it out
It's high time for your chest
The angles there cutting in
There destoying the cohesion
Cutting ties and killing freinds
That now it seems to be a farce
On your face like a spread of an open book
Time to throw it to the fire
Settle down beneath the ocean
Raise your arms and say good night
Tomorrow the sun comes to settle the score
And youve been waiting with open arms
Well take a breath and rule it out
It's high time for your chest
The angles there cutting in
There destoying the cohesion
Cutting ties and killing freinds
That now it seems to be a farce
On your face like a spread of an open book
Time to throw it to the fire
Settle down beneath the ocean
Raise your arms and say good night
Tomorrow the sun comes to settle the score
I'll find your solidarity
I'll find your solidarity
That now it seems to be a farce
On your face like a spread of an open book
Time to throw it to the fire
Settle down beneath the ocean
Raise your arms and say good night
Tomorrow the sun comes to settle the score
That now it seems to be a farce
On your face like a spread of an open book
Time to throw it to the fire
Settle down beneath the ocean
Raise your arms and say good night
Tomorrow the sun comes to settle the score
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