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Woorden: Gits. Precious Blood.

There are these things that I want the most
But there usually one step furthest from my reach
Oh, but they always stand close enough
To take me to the next fucking drink

Cause when it cuts, it really does
My soul, it spills the blood, yeah, yeah
Don't know how long it's gonna take
But I'm gonna need, need, need a little more on day

Well, sometimes, I just want to know
Faster than my precious blood will let me roll
Is it real or, tell me, is it wrong?
Me to keep these dreams the strongest in my mind.

Cause when it cuts, it just gets deeper, baby
Like when I go to touch you, you're the furthest from me, yeah, yeah
Don't know how long it's gonna take
But I'm gonna get me, get me, get a little more one day

Oh, it's laying tired in me, it does
And when I see it there it makes me wanna
And, oh, and when it lies in me, it does

When I see it there it's all I can do
To stare it in the face, just to get through this hell we live

Even the hours they hold heavy on me
Even the hours well they just hold the pain
Even the times they get heavy, little weak
Even the hours well they just hold the pain, there is no gain
All in all it comes back to me

And, oh, when it lies in me
Well with every sip of poison that I taste
It's only hurting me and nobody else
When it lies to me
It's the strongest in my mind

Cause when it cuts it just gets deeper, baby
Like when I go to touch you, you're the furthest from me, yeah, yeah
Don't know how long it's gonna take
But I'm gonna get me, get me, a little more one day