| The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command —
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| It’s something you know, it’s something you can hold.
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| The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat
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| On the street growing cold and colder.
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| Growing over, the great fading, the music playing.
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| The flesh in your hand, the flesh in your command —
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| It’s something you know, it’s something you can hold.
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| The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat
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| On the street growing cold and colder.
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| Growing over the great fading, the music playing.
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| Rob the accountant, stop the mountain,
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| God save us, cut your wrist with paper.
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| Count your days, and it’s only aging.
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| Cash back and capture with a magnet.
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| The heat is outside, the heat is on, you dropped the fire.
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| It’s something you know, it’s something you can hold.
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| The ring in your neck, the ring in your sweat on the sheets —
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| It’s something you know, it’s something you can hold.
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| The flesh in your hands,
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| The flesh in your command.
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| Growing cold and colder.
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| Growing over, the great fading, the music playing.
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| Your boy’s through waiting.
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| Rob the accountant, stop the mountain,
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| God save us, cut your wrist with paper.
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| Count your days, and it’s only aging.
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| Cash back and capture with a magnet.
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| Rob the accountant, stop the mountain,
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| God save us, cut your wrist with paper.
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| Count your days and it’s only aging.
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| Cash back and capture with a magnet. |