It's just about time to give up on you
No more thoughts from moving mountains
No more passing out in banks
Bashing heads while trying to whisper
Comatose from dead-end creeps
It's just about time to give up on you
Unless the morning finds you dry
In a highchair spitting up
Let the sunlight strangle you
No more thoughts from moving mountains
No more passing out in banks
Bashing heads while trying to whisper
Comatose from dead-end creeps
It just about time to give up on you
Unless the morning finds you dry
In a highchair spitting up
Let the sunlight strangle you
Raise your glass up to the wall
Put your ear to what you've lost
Let the silence strangle you
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