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Everything You Ever Wanted To - Glassjaw

That burning feeling

Red liquids

Clear liquids

Blessed are the sick

Children shiver in the river

Where is our God now

Does he watch over all in El Segundo

He don＇t lie when he say ＂under ＂

I＇m wasting away

I find time to pine

When pining away my time

Within sin with no redemption we will find our souls and

The shells they＇re kept in all wasted away

Blessed are the sick in me

The prey the thrill the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time

Predestination

We＇ll stop upon dimes

And he constructed us all in El Segundo as the shivering children prayed

Demons in demons out

Cry for dawn

Gratis

Bored

I＇m the matador of the children＇s ward

Beggars wed choosers

Red sheets

Bed sheets

Boozers

I＇m the head fan

Blessed be my bed pan

It＇s a cold having just been mugged feeling

In the sun I＇ve got this for you it＇s under my fingernails

I brought this for you

It＇s typically Sunday

I＇m digging a hole