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Lyrics: Up The Fury. Behind Every Mind. Alan Jones Wins.


One second is all it takes
to lose it all in so many ways
two rotten kids in one rotten world
survived by love and suffering
and given hollow bones on their plates
that they take
we're empty stomaches starved too late
and so it goes
what our misery brings to me
i'm the mistake you thought would go away
but i'm a fool to think that we would recover from
another emergency.
two hearts held hostage
on hospital beds
one second is all it takes
to lose it all in so many ways
for now i'll ignore my pains
because we grow up
to forget
to save our graces for rainy days
we're all falling through the cracks
and slipping soundly
here's a hand
to let go
we can't distinguish home from home
so how does this end for us
when you've already given up?
on all the times we felt alive
where i punned and played on words
as you let my lines
fall short of what i meant
how does our tragedy end?
for now i'll ignore my pains
because we grow up to forget
to save our graces for rainy days
we're all falling through the cracks
and slipping soundly
here's a hand to let go
we can't distinguish home from home
so how does this end for us?
this city slept safe in sheets.
while we laid our heads with our enemies
we chose to live
for ourselves
we chose to live
for no one else
we chose to live
though we're barely breathing
i chose to live
where i take my beatings