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Spit Me Out


you are in my hands and Im holding on I can control this I can control this But there is something digging a hole There's no way I'm letting go please, I don't want to let go. As you fall over the rusty rail I scream in terror, bloody terror And I grab your dark blue hand I can't hold all of your weight It's all my fault, my fault. Remember when we used to sing so loud They crash around me they crash around me I was holding on so tight to you You were caught up in all the chaos you cut me up, spit me out As you fall over the rusty rail I scream in terror, bloody terror And I grab your dark blue hand I can't hold all of your weight It's all my fault, my fault. But it's not my fault
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