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Silverchair - Petrol & Chlorine Silverchair - Petrol & Chlorine |
| Sinking through dark black holes
It's never gonna end
Open gash in my ribcage
It's never gonna mend
Take another picture off the wall
Sinking deeper every time I fall
Each day ends quicker
And my mind gets slower too
As my life just fades away
I wouldn't have a clue
Take another drawer out from the shelf
I'm too weak to do it by myself
Though you had the world at your feet
You could see it I was blind
Had the perfect job called life
You didn't like it you resigned
Brain's a square of grass
Growing on petrol and chlorine
On petrol and chlorine
You know just what I mean
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