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Alexisonfire - Accidents Lyrics

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  • not sure what's worse
  • the wait or the waiting room
  • "you're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
  • recycled air, smell of sleep, and disinfetant
  • your god is a two-door elevator
  • do they even cure you
  • (cut me open drug me)
  • or is it just to humor us before we die
  • (repair all my defects)
  • if only we could heal ourselves
  • we wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines
  • lets redefine, what it means to heal
  • do they even cure you
  • (cut me open drug me)
  • or is it just to humor us before we die
  • (repair all my defects)
  • if only we could heal ourselves
  • we wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

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