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The Ataris

These hospital walls are the palest of white
Here in this desert they?re reciting my last rites
The smell of these halls
Brings temporary comfort
As the oxygen flows through my blood
El corazon was poisoned tonight?
She?s one the eight of mine

When half of all your prayers are insincere
The other half of lies
Here is this watermark under this bridge
The point where it all crested
Rolled back and drifted into the sea
I climb from this wreckage
As the smoke begins to clear from my lungs
The closest of close calls has happened tonight

It?s time that i made things right
For the first time
Since the last time
Let this moment of clarity
Lift this curse that has been cast upon me

Appreciate the good times
But don?t take the worst for granted
?cause you only get so many seconds chances