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By Chasing Victory, I don't really understand
Why I'm feeling so disappointed with the
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By Chasing Victory, A Taste Of Your Own Medicine
You're about to feel
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By Chasing Victory, I've been writing words that mean a bit of nothing
Just
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By Chasing Victory, The ties that bind our hands are on our necks
And
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By Chasing Victory, Footseps marching.
And the soft angel.
Voices singing to the sound of
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By Chasing Victory, Wait near the fire, take another breath
Let the beat get
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By Chasing Victory, Have you been waiting for death?
Because you'll dine out way
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By Chasing Victory, In this life that we ride my feet are just
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By Chasing Victory, Meet me at the shore or should it be halfway
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By Chasing Victory, I've been thinking about something in our past.
Words you said
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By Chasing Victory, There's blood on my hands
And there's blood on the ground
And
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By Chasing Victory, There are secrets that we've been keeping, on fire in
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By Chasing Victory, When you speak you might as well be spitting in
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By Chasing Victory, It would take an army of angels to restore her
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By Chasing Victory, With my hands under my belt, and my neck so
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By Chasing Victory, So write it down in lover's blood.
There's gotta be a
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By Chasing Victory, Bring me back to life.
I'm crying out for something that's
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By Chasing Victory, I'm walking through the city of the dead. I'm thinking
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By Chasing Victory, Weighed down like vultures circling the dead.
Pulling apart and embracing
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By Chasing Victory, Footsteps marching, and the
Soft angel voices singing to the
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By Chasing Victory, *this song was actually recorded and released on Deep Elm
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By Chasing Victory, Come a little closer to see the walls you're breaking
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By Chasing Victory, Well please, please, oh please
I’m beggin’ on my knees
Put one
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By Chasing Victory, It would take an army of angels
To restore her
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By Chasing Victory, Everybody knows, everybody knows.
Everybody knows she's a riot when
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By Chasing Victory, I've been feeling kind of sick to my stomachIt's just
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By Chasing Victory, Separated, I cut myself clean From a past that comes