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Finger Eleven Greyest Of Blue Skies

It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull

Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be So

Spotlights are roaming The show will begin I had never thought But don't give my circus away I hope it ends before you know me I've lost it completely

Are the sins getting staler Does every moment move past you Or does it feel like forever And shouldn't you be laughing too? Take a look how they found

I would tell you about the things They put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord himself would blush The countless feasts laid at my

I had never thought We were hanging on But the fall looks very far Staring at the ground What flesh will do to you Will do to me too Be free and on your

: Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be

: It's biting it's teething it's biting I'm bleeding It's calling it's crawling it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull

: I would tell you about the things, They put me through. The pain I've been subjected to. But the Lord himself would blush. The countless feasts laid