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von 8 Graves

Got the feeling I′ve been bitten
By the frozen razor's edge
And I swear to God I never felt so cold
And they say you′ll be forgiven
If you're willing to forget
But I don't believe a thing that I′ve been told

And I hate my brain
Cause it′s making every joy pain
Feel much realer than the things I felt before
And I hate my heart
Cause it's always getting torn apart
I′m preoccupied with ways to make it whole


So help me make it whole
Whoa, whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa, whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I've been living in the winter
And the seasons never change
Try find myself beneath the falling snow
I′ve been branded as a sinner
For behaving like a saint
And it hurts me more than you may ever know
And I hate my mind
Cause it's always working overtime
Even though I try my best to make it slow
And I hate my heart
Cause it′s always getting torn apart
I'm preoccupied with ways to make it whole


So help make it whole
Whoa, whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa, whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

So help me make it whole
Make it whole, make it whole
I gotta make it home
Make it home, make it home

Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home