If you couldn't then who would
Pluck the cord that makes me steal?
Life from a big thick box
With more blood than I can contain
You always have some to try
You always have some to try
I always scream like I'm dying
I always scream like I'm dying
For, for, for, for
Nothing
We could all stand in my head
And search for what makes me
I need to go right on back in
And give some to get some
I'm cutting and your draining
I'm cutting and your draining
So I can smile at my point most dead
So I can smile at my point most dead
For, for, for, for
Nothing
If you couldn't then who would
Pluck the cord that makes me steal?
Life from a big thick box
With more blood than I can contain
You always have some to try
You always have some to try
I always scream like I'm dying
I always scream like I'm dying
For, for, for, for
Artist: Bourbonese Qualk
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