On sticks and sand, lost my money, lost my hands Blood on my brain, too much salt in my veins And i thought pain was clean And i thought hearts were strong But bones aren't sticks anymore And a day is far too long So many days never needing any grace Live for kicks and danger, there'd be beauty anyway And i thought pain was clean And i thought hearts were strong But bones aren't sticks anymore
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