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Finger Eleven Finger Eleven

Just one more lapse in judgement and I'll be set Just give me one more minute in I'll be ready then Any moment now I'm gonna know How to play my part

Felt the best that i could feel censored every memory give me yours so I can feed mine anywhere but far away can't be what you meant to say I won't miss

Something changing The secret is building Almost over and somehow seems a beginning Losing focus It must be boring Looking forward never turns out the

It's biting it's teething it's biting I'm bleeding It's calling it's crawling it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull me

The mask keeps on slipping and tearing the holes are big enough to see i strain and i'm bending to hear you what did you tell me so slow you see me

When you feel so close to some resolve And you write the words you were writing for But your courage gets dissolved Into what, I don't know... When

If I were the betting kind I bet you thought the easy life Was the one you thought you'd live by And all you had to do was decide A swimming pool size

Tell me what you need to hear and i'll tell it to you again i can fake it all if you can too will it stop from bleeding naturally enough can i hold my

I can't lose anything so what's left is mine and I win this time consolation day i'll make up a way i'll know now just what to say i'll get away from