Letra de Gloves for Garbage

You're busting pills inside my head
That make it seem like I am dead, again
I must be flying through the sky
I heard it's where you go when you die
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I must prepare to take another drink
It's hard to stand, it's hard to speak
I must be lost within lights, blinking holes
I must be scratching quietly upon the walls, again
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