200 Bottles On Eviction

And the world lives on
In spite of you
And death will still bloom
Inside of you
And there’s no sun coming up
On the side of you
Who’s hand’s on the dice
Deciding to
And the world lives on
In spite of you
And death will still bloom
Inside of you
And there’s no sun coming up
On the side of you
Whose hand’s on the dice
Deciding to

Tell me what was the price
Of every thing they made you leave behind
And he keeps asking for the reason
So I choose to give him nine
And we’re sitting at the desk one chair on either side
I see fear in your face I see tears in your eyes
There’s a version of yourself that you’ll never get to find
It’s not fair enough to live I lift the lid up off the sky
Break my front door down
Can’t believe I lost what I lost and you found
Break all my walls down
No secrets left to sell

And after all
(And after all)
I lost myself
(I lost myself)
You make
Your bed
And the world lives on
In spite of you
And death will still bloom
Inside of you
And there’s no sun coming up
On the side of you
Whose hand on the dice
Deciding to
(We wanted the same chance as anybody else)
(But it wasn’t set up to be that way)

And you know I don’t care if it’s a lie or the truth
Words spoke in the phone still hanging from the booth
Just another missing person what’s the matter who is who
It’s a John Doe tree and it keeps on bearing fruit

And after all
(And after all)
I lost myself
(I lost myself)

Make
Your bed

These loveless wounds
Wont heal
Or scar
Let blood
Flow
Until you’re drowned out
In red
You made your bed baby

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