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Take me back and put me in the throes
Of your hardwood nights and your dirty clothes
Under the eaves of your cocaine episodes
I watched it all burn down
At the end of the hall on the second floor
Got your glass in my eye just to be ignored
As I stared through the holes in your broken door
Letâs try it one more time
11 months and still no peace
11 months thereâs no relief
Itâs too late for what you wanted
11 months for you to grieve
11 months is your reprieve
Itâs not enough to turn around
Dressed to kill thatâs the only innocent
Way to cope with the pain as the fear ferments
Under the guise of your last heard argument
Youâd do anything for him
Feed the roots of your love and his alibis
After the chains we played in your suicide
Feeling guilt is a half-bred battle cry
But thatâs close enough for you
CHORUS
I see for miles from the top of your steady course
Holding out for the peace using lethal force
Sitting in, spitting out what you canât afford
We wonât try this again
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