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Over the distances the record spins at a million miles per hour over and over and over and over My knuckles are already bleeding dressed like an accident you pushed me down the steps when
I stand on these broken legs I feel like you she screams "My ghostly hands are dead" I've heard that a hundred times before I left my home to burn the caravan still I can't breath the sun she screams
"my ghostly hands are dead again" dead again for good but you won't ever leave me again will you forget the words to this never ending song lick off the blood from my knuckles you're alive this broken mindset the record spins at a million miles per hour too fast to realize this record spins at a million miles per hour words have all burned off the record spins so fast I can hear them laughing backwards...