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Ashes, Ashes - Lyrics

Ashes, ashes
Wake me when it passes
You can't hear the flashes
Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
Pocket full of codeine
Thought you said you know me
Now we return to ashes, ashes
Wake me when it passes
You can't hear the flashes
Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
Pocket full of codeine
Thought you said you know me

Half life
Dead in the daylight
Night, night
Living my half life

Ashes, ashes
Cover up the grasses
Who can run the fastest?
Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
The sky is growing moldy
Tell you what it told me
Now we return to dust
And we wait for the gust
Gimme something to feel
Nah, nah, nothing for real
I think I saw my replacement
Lying down in the basement
Am I getting complacent?
Am I the joy that you haven't destroyed?
Hold it close to your chest
Oh, but don't you feel blessed?
I hope you consider
You'll have nothing to give her
If you fall in the river

Half life
Dead in the daylight
Night, night
Living my half life
Playing my games, nothing to do
Draw me a map out of here
I'll bring a flame over to you
I'm feeling so, so cavalier

Tickle on my neck, a single bead of sweat
The beating heat recruited takes a tour of my chest hair
Trickled down, an unexpected redirection
Ripple out a sense of centre leaves me on a bender
Lackadaisical and lack of ethical emotion
Blowing through like shell in oceans, hear them vent
I cop some opiates to help me cope with this
They cut the ropes, won't miss an open invitation out now
Ashes covered pasture, Gary Ross upcoming actions
I'm indifferent to the shadows getting cast
A coup d'état removing any thought of future you has sprawled
All useful knowledge will be severed off, forced stop
Cut short, old jeans, blood spots
Dead by dawn in a town of yawns and poor sports
Where the currency's forced smug looks and slow shrugs
And we're only currently corpses without a sense of urgency to indulge in

Half life
Dead in the daylight
Night, night
Living my half life
Playing my games, nothing to do
Draw me a map out of here
I'll bring a flame over to you
I'm feeling so, so cavalier

Writer(s): brendan berg, bucky driedger, derek allard, matthew peters, matthew schellenberg, michael jordan, nnamdi ogbonnaya

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