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THE GC5
Broke every bone in your body for all I know, gone halfway to heaven before the devil's seen you go. The years are changing from far away, and I'll wake up in Nebraska on New Year's Day. You put your brakes on like a sinking suspicion, and tell me what have you got? No control over old libraries of useless thoughts. I think someone should hit you. They should hit you where it hurts, with sticks and stones and break your bones and leave you in the dirt. The things that they say behind your back are too treacherous to be anything but fact. And the future's so bright that it's fight or flight to the sound of a siren song. When you don't know better you put off what you can't prolong. Wish you were here, we'd start the year on a death trip. Wish you were here, we'd start the year on a death trip. Wish you were here, we'd start the year on a death trip. Wish you were here, we'd start the year on a death trip. As the clock struck midnight in another time zone, all I could think about were your broken bones. And as that car swerved from side to side, for the first time in a year I felt satisfied. But like every feeling, I felt you, felt it first. And everytime I hurt, you felt it worse, and the times I knelt to receive your curse are in the ditch by the side of the road.
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