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Tempo: 93 BPM
Tracks: 2
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Bars: 40

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With the absence of eye
I can start to bleed again
With the color of hearts
It seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth
It seems like you needed it more

Well, I could still ask for more
I could still ask for more...

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out—
It makes me sick!
(I'm alright...)
Slit wrist theory— stains us all
(I'm alright...)

So— lace me up, lace me up...
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

It seems like a runaround—
Words that won't matter
As it falls from your mouth
It seems like you needed it more

And I will color you all red
I will color you all... red

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out—
It makes me sick!
(I'm alright...)
Slit wrist theory— stains us all
(I'm alright...)

So— lace me up, lace me up...
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

Lace me up, lace me up...
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

Braided conversation...

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out—
It makes me sick!
(I'm alright...)
Slit wrist theory— stains us all
(I'm alright...)

And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in—
It's so old...
Slit wrist theory— stains us all

Slit wrist theory... slit wrist!

Lace me up, lace me up...
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

Lace me up, lace me up...
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
(Looking for these angels...)

Lace me up...
Lace me up...
Lace me up...
Lace me up...