Lyrics - Crash by Feeder

I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
I’ve got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as
I get old, as
I get old
I don’t think so
Chorus:
She’s my hands, she’s my hands
Picks me up when
I crash down
Build me wings so
I can glide
She’s my novocaine ride
Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue thme together,
I wish
I could
I can’t believe it as the picture fades
Just like a tv, but the sound remains
I don’t think so, no,
I don’t think so
Chorus
Feel it as
I shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears
I don’t think so,
I don’t think so
Chorus

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