My voice is tired
I can barely speak or whisper these words
We clear our minds
And these broken bottles and glasses
Heal our lives.
So drinks to the skies
and blood to your eyes
This rooftop is understanding
And swallow your pride, or choke till you die
Cause this fall's unforgiving
So call on your angels
To get your fall tonight
And I'll crawl on my hands
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