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Bush The Science Of Things

You in the dark, you in the pain, you on the run Living a hell, living your ghost, living your end Never seem to get in the place that I belong Don't

way, as best we can Seventeen ways to kill a man States we've been through We're killing nostalgia For future swims Trash all your bridges Kill the rock 'n' roll thing

There is nowhere left to hide There is nothing to be done No people to be saved No pets we've never names 40 miles from the sun As darkness craves the

of mercury dumped in the bay It's bleeding, there's no roof That's no way to treat a good friend Your whiskey talks louder Than most things I've read

They're polishing the government Resembles a last waltz We are the playthings We are the form Soon it may come Since we can rise Too long since I've

Your dead meat Your dead meat Your dead meat Your It's your dead meat from former days I am your crisis Blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers

: they're polishing the government resembles a last waltz we are the playthings we are the form soon it may come since we can rise too long since i've

: I want you to remember a love so full it could send us all ways and I want you to surrender all my feelings arose today and I want you to remain the

of the way as best we can 17 ways to kill a man states we've been through ah killing nostalgia for future swims trash all your bridges kill the rock and roll thing