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Staging a Traffic Jam

Silverchair

A burning bridge
Staging a traffic jam
Intention stained upon expression
Eyes the sky's darkest clouds
Constipated mountains of condensation

* At the start there was innocence
Breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again thats the recompense just learning to fly

In a sense
Its innosence
Its my only defense
On a guilt trip
And being held hostage
I'll wrap my heart around you
I'll wrap my arms around you
Falling down the stairs

* See this chair see this empty room
Theres my heart theres my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by!






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