- On sticks and
sand, lost my money, lost my hands
Blood on my brain, too much salt in my veins
- And I thought
pain was clean
And I thought hearts were strong
But bones aren't sticks anymore
And a day is far too long
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- So many days
never needing any grace
Live for kicks and danger, there'd be beauty anyway
-
- And I thought
pain was clean
And I thought hearts were strong
But bones aren't sticks anymore
And a day is far too long x3