Alexisonfire - Accidents




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I'm not sure what's worse
The waiting or the waiting room
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your God is a two door elevator


Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me)
Or is it just to humor us before we die (Repair all my defects)
If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...)
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...)


Whoa whoa whoa...


Let's redefine [6x]
What it means to heal


Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me)
Or is it just to humor us before we die (Repair all my defects)
If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...)
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...)


Whoa whoa whoa...


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