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We've got two good lungs between us And no heart to speak of We're cannibal leeches Running dry, dry, dry And I know it's just a matter of time Before we're clinging to our dear, departed lives We've got one bad brain between us And no host to feed on So we can't stop bleeding each other Dry, dry, dry And I know it's just a matter of time Before we both come crawling back here to die But you're the next best thing to feeling wanted And I wanted to feel something And I'm the last one on earth who can pass judgment Because judging by this mess I'm just as fucked as you are And I know it's just a matter of time Before there's nothing left of us for them to find I'm the closest you'll come to feeling needed And you need that to keep breathing But we're far from everything but the end And I'm beginning to believe you're just as fucked as I am From Letras Mania