| so the lines are loston the smallest detailsof the life that we tossedpushed out over the railand the wounds run deepthrough the one man so badhe s fallen beneaththe touch of your handand its all drawn outthere s nothing insideand nothing to holdnothing to findits wearing me outthis feeling insideI m all drawn outand the promise we break itand the reasons we fake itbring us farther apartfrom the love that we makeas the poisonous timeleaves us gasping for airwe run for the pastbut were already thereand its all drawn outthere s nothing insideand nothing to holdnothing to findand its wearing me outthis feeling insideand its all drawn outits all drawn outI m all drawn out |
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