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There's a mark on my backfrom my last heart attack
A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack
There's a source, of course,she says: It's whispering at nightlike air leaks from a tirethe truth outruns your lies (life)
If you jump track, thinkin' it's over
Remember?
Sooner or later it's over your shoulder
I've got a bigmechanicmouthit resonates with sound
A forkedmetallictongueit's green with what it's found
Spin my head aroundfor a different view
You can't look straight aheadto see what's in front of you
If you jump track, thinkin' it's over
Remember?
Sooner or later it's over your shoulder
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