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American Music Club » Dallas, Airports, Bodybags |
Shuffling through people like cards
I can't find anyone to take my losing hand
Winning streak left me high and dry
A winning streak that slowly drains from the land
I'm hanging by a thread
Foget me i pray to the day
Tired of being stuck on a pin
Forget me don't see me this way
Jumping out of my skin
Hanging by a thread
Shuffling through people like cards
Let them blow around like sand
Maybe it'll uncover some beauty in their eyes
Maybe it'll give me a place to breathe
Maybe give me some room to stand
I'm hanging by a thread
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