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Am I the son in or out of law How many chances do I get before my head explodes What's going on What's going on When I look into the mirror there's another gun When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines If I'm your son do you hear my call Even if everything I touch will slowly turn to stone What's going on What's going on When I look into the mirror there's another gun When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines What is the poison inside of me The sickness in my head Put me to sleep while I find a cure for the sickness in my head We are the sons We are the daughters The generation of disorder What is the poison inside of me The sickness in my head When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
'The Lines' by Beartooth
Am I the son in or out of law How many chances do I get before my head explodes What's going on What's going on When I look into the mirror there's another gun When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines If I'm your son do you hear my call Even if everything I touch will slowly turn to stone What's going on What's going on When I look into the mirror there's another gun When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines What is the poison inside of me The sickness in my head Put me to sleep while I find a cure for the sickness in my head We are the sons We are the daughters The generation of disorder What is the poison inside of me The sickness in my head When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Please just try to read between the lines Where's my comfort in the undefined Please just try to read between the lines
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
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