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letra de beaten - xanax25

(instrumental intro)

(verse 1)
fold the paper loosely
careful of the crease
do not speak of torture
and do not sing of pain
my friend is only half here
half remembering his past
the fears and situations
keep returning him again
someone’s on the backseat, making love to his guitar
someone’s on a backstreet, making friends with his gun
and no one cares for anyone now, except for themselves
no one thinks of anything, it’s too late for that i guess

(chorus)
now he’s lying in the hallway, dead drunk
he keeps mumbling, he’s wondering what’s troubling him
it seems that he’s been beaten, he doesn’t seem to care
it seems that he’s been beaten and he wants it not to be his fault
it seems that he’s been beaten, but he doesn’t know for sure
it’s hard to know the difference
hard to know the difference

(verse 2)
wrestle with a matchstick
lean away
from frustrating logic that will never make sense
the scars are real and ugly
the piercings in his mind
the blood that finds the weakling, masquerading as defense
(chorus)
now he’s lying in the hallway, dead drunk
he keeps mumbling, he’s wondering what’s troubling him
it seems that he’s been beaten, he doesn’t seem to care
it seems that he’s been beaten and he wants it not to be his fault
it seems that he’s been beaten, but he doesn’t know for sure
because it’s hard to know the difference
it’s so hard to know the difference

it seems that he’s been beaten, dying and dead
seems that he’s been beaten and it’s not his fault
seems that he’s been beaten and he doesn’t know it
it’s so hard to know

(outro)
when you’re lying in the hallway, dead drunk

- xanax25

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