you set the pace, we're running on ice
and I'm close behind to clean your dusty eyes
blame it on my wooden legs and every fiber else
if I can't keep the pace
if I can't keep the pace
the rusty bones remember I said
and there's a place where all lines find their end
you build a wall of subtle lies and every fiber frays
I beg you oh please slow down
I beg you oh please slow down
you set the pace and I
I lay here and all your lines find their end in me
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