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This road is killing me, just like that needle in your arm I just can't get enough, so I'm ignoring the alarm Stuck in a wooden box, should be asleep without a sound There is no daylight here, feels like I'm 6 feet underground My legs are broken, my arms are broken My lungs aren't breathing, my head is bashed in My legs are broken, my arms are broken My heart is broken Now I know there's nothing left in this world I'd rather do Like if the earth was flat, beyond the edge I would find you My mind is breaking up like a ship upon the rocks There's no wind in my sails, I see you waiving from the docks Like sand down in your shoes, then kicked back in your face This place can leave you lost and alone A face familiar, yet so unknown Will it matter in a hundred years? what will matter in a hundred years? From Letras Mania