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 Rate Crash
Artist : Feeder
Song : 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
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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
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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
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