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NB: With The Violet Stryke
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Could cut the atmosphere in here with a knife
As you suffer in silence for the sake of a quiet life
Everyone tells you we all bear our crosses
Putting up, shutting up, cutting our losses
You wait for the day you don’t have to be brave
When there’s no one to rescue and nothing to save
You wait for the day that it’s okay to cry
But the day it’s okay is the day that you die
God’s gone away, just one more absent friend
Your heaven is hand me down, make do and mend
And your threadbare heart comes apart at the seams
While you’re minding your manners and counting your beans
And you wait for the day you don’t have to be brave
When there’s no one to rescue and nothing to save
You wait for the day that it’s okay to cry
But the day it’s okay is the day that you die
Those well meaning ladies don’t know how you feel
Hanged on the clothesline, broke on the wheel
With a mouthful of ashes and a handful of dirt
So beautiful, dutiful, useful it hurts
And you wait for the day you don’t have to be brave
When there’s no one to rescue and nothing to save
You wait for the day that it’s okay to cry
But the day it’s okay is the day that you die
Could eat your heart out your chest with a spoon
You could wish on a star, you could bark at the moon
‘Cause something inside you is gagging to give
‘Cause something inside you is dying to live
But you wait for the day you don’t have to be brave
When there’s no one to rescue and nothing to save
And you wait for the day that it’s okay to cry
Dying to live and living to die
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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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