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Took a lonely feeling just to let them in and sink like the sun goes down
Never close to heaven
Feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on th'ground
There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood
It's getting hard to listen when the clock is ticking
Counting down the days gone by
Praying for an answer to another question that will leave you dry
You won't understand, with your head in the sand
No, you won't
But I'll curse the ground where you kneel
Till I grow my hair to my heels
Spike your water, your wine
While you waste my precious time
Everytime I drink and try to stop my thinking
About the things I said and done
Stop the world from turning faster
Then I'm learning not to just hide and run
You won't understand, with your…