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(R. Brewster-
Miller)I spend my lifescratching in the dirttrying to find someone to clean me upand give back what I deservethere's footsteps from behindthere's knocking on my doorbut there's nobody there
I said I didn't need them any more
Picking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kidyou spend your lifebleeding
I see faces on the ceilingwhen I lie awake in bedand I can never shed the tearsalways damming up my headit's so easy to pretend
I don't believe inall that I said
Picking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kidyou spend your lifebleeding...
You spend your lifeblaming the godsyou believe inredirecting Valentinesfrom Edenyou've been tryingyou've been lyingyou've been crucifyingyou spend your lifebleeding with the times
I see myselfsilhouetted at the wheellike an alien without a friendnothing to concealso I climb into the back seatand I wonder if it's lovewhen it's down to getting nakedit's just like any other photograph
Picking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kiddreaming up speechesthe rebel hypocriteonly one step aheadof lying in the streetyou spend you life bleeding--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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