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I can feel the ache and

I can feel it breaking

One hand on the head

One hand on the bed

Breathing in the blankness

Breathing in the blank shots

One hand on the head

One hand on the bed

I can't focus on the haze

I'm still choking on the craving

Waiting for the only sound

I haven't heard

Hoping this is as low

As we can get

Wading in the images

We're soon to forget

And I may be out of it

But I'm still into you

I'm born dead, I'm born again

I can feel the ache and

I can feel it breaking

Come towards the call

With no poison crawling

Absorb absorb absorb

Shut down

No short lines and

Only short lies

Count them backwards

 In four words

 Or less or more

I can't focus on the haze

 I'm still choking on the craving

Waiting for the only sound

I haven't heard

Hoping this is as low

As we can get

Wading in the images

We're soon to forget

I may be out of it

But I'm still into you

I'm born dead, I'm born again

I can feel the ache and

I can feel it breaking