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Periphery
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Marigold
Latch to this life like a death grip
We're satisfied with the mundane
I'm keeping out of sight
But still we are young
We are young
I'll stare the angels down
Keep 'em in the back room
Shut the door and let go
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Now we stare at the grave
Cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine
We are young
We are young
Sift through the marigolds and please our damaged souls
[Pre-Chorus]
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
[Chorus 1]
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
I'm just another one wandering endlessly on to the grave
The signs of the times are upon us
So we're bleeding for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow
Sorrow
It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we follow
Chin up, I'm tying the rope
Leaving all hollow
[Pre-Chorus]
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
[Chorus 1]
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
[Chorus 2]
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
I guess I will just leave things the way they are
[Pre-Chorus]
This place is holding me
(This place is holding me)
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
(Credible)
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
[Chorus 1]
(Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out)
[Chorus 1]
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
[Chorus 2]
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
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