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When this freedom stains my coat
With the Winter in my throat
When I'm lost I dig the dirt
When I fall I drive the hearse
And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake...
Given time, I fix the roof
Given cash, I speak the truth
And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake...
When I'm down I drive the hearse
When this boredom wears me out
Then the sky begins to cloud
Sleeping with my ball and chain
When she cries, I take the blame
And pride is just another way of trying to live with my mistakes
Denial is a better way of getting through another day
And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake...
When I'm down I drive the hearse
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