Lyrics
Pale blue eyes (eyes)
Snuffed light dies (dies)
One last song
Retching salt water from my caved-in lungs
Pressure on my head like a cold steel gun
I'm flirting with the trigger
Does pain make me a saint?
Does art make me a sinner?
Burn both ends
Paper thin
Four doomed men, yeah!
Four doomed men!
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