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Crash

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Album: Polythene
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Feeder » Crash

I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
I've got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as i get old, as i get old
I don't think so

Chorus:
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
Build me wings so i can glide
She's my novocaine ride

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue thme together, i wish i could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a tv, but the sound remains
I don't think so, no, i don't think so

Chorus

Feel it as i shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears

I don't think so, i don't think so

Chorus


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