Kicking

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FBG Benzo

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She and I we've got red eyes
Skin we scratch to watch it rise
The sheets are marked with cigarette burns
We lay there still inside and losing time
I'm nodded off and to the side
Wondering if I love her
Or if I just love a good lie
I can't feel a thing but the blood inside
It rings like a dinner bell
If it burns like hell
It might as well

What we do is we burn
Like the fight of our tired eyes
Untouched and high as a kite
Without wind to fly
We all come down
We all come down to the heavy sound
Of our bodies in hard love
The end of our bad blood again

There is writing on the wall
Dirty laundry in a pile
Records scattered around the bed
A Pavement poster curling over
From its edge
I am thinking of a time
When we waited in a line
In the blistering sunshine
Just to hear the band play
Texas Never Whispers again

What we do is we burn
Like the fight of our tired eyes
Untouched and high as a kite
Without wind to fly
We all come down
We all come down to the heavy sound
Of our bodies in hard love
The end of our bad blood
The end of what she was
It was the end of what I was
The end of what I was
The end of what I was
Again again

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