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letra de i sold myself in - burning airlines

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a 2 pm morning i’m greeting,
the end of meaning.
open my mind just a crack,
and look what crawls in.
now i’m trying to keep my head above,
your dead pool,
deep end.

i sold myself in;
in on the joke of the spin,
but this burned-in cynical grin
is fading again.

turning the hooks to catch nothing,
i’m let off.
you live in your head and love no-one,
at all.
spotlit marks for your self-styled,
comic book sharpshooter.
blind spots before.

i sold myself in;
in on the joke of the spin.
now this burned-in cynical grin,
is fading again.

peeling those tired eyes,
to steal and refine some sleek pitch line.
wide of the mark, pressed to define.
connect the dots,
line by line.

i sold myself in;
in on the joke of the spin.
now this burned-in cynical grin,
is fading again.

- burning airlines

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