A Man Alone

Finch

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    Woke up this morning without a face
    I've fooled myself again
    I've sold myself again
    Another wasted day counting shades
    Of gray, another fool's attempt to fall from grace

    A casual line.
    A sip of wine to sympathize while you're laughing
    But on the inside
    I've lost the insight that just might be
    The truth...

    Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
    Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?

    Pick my teeth out of the mud
    And sink the sun, what have you done?
    Cut the bandages,
    Remove the oxygen
    Hey man what's with that stupid grin?

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    I cut and bleed myself along
    A man alone can do no wrong
    Another wasted day counting shades of gray
    Another fool's attempt to fall from grace

    Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
    Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?
    Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
    Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?

    No sympathy for the devil
    God gave him wings, God gave him wings
    No sympathy for the devil
    God gave him wings, God gave him wings

    "These hands; they've made for you
    (No sympathy for the devil)
    (God gave him wings, God gave him wings)
    your wings that stick to you."
    It's dirt beneath your fingertips
    It hurts to much to wait for it
    It's dirt beneath your fingertips
    It hurts to much to wait for it
    It's dirt beneath your fingertips
    It hurts to much to wait for this

    Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
    Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?
    Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
    Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?
    Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
    Who could stand veins with friends like these?

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