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Living in a hospital world And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours a friend from a sword a lock from an open door Florescent sun and sanitized earth cigarette breathe and a novacaine curse everything is covered in blood and rust cold as a stone and dry as dust I could really use a hand to hold a shimmer of light in a broken home Living in a hospital world And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours a friend from a sword a lock from an open door I've got some things I need erased I've got some things I need replaced From Letras Mania