Cracks The View

He said that he was living in his head
The streets around here, the blood runs red
A [?] with his head
Felt like a tunnel head
Finds out that his best friends left him for dead

And feels like a glass
Pour out the drink

Shoes on
Lost a tread
Lost a girl
Lost a head
He's was gonna strut, he's crawling instead
Out of panic with his head
Felt like a tunnel head
Crawling round thinking is it something I said?

And feels like a glass
Pour out the drink
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And I've seen the cracks on this town
When I'm knocked on the ground
And I've seen the cracks on this town
And they're bringing me down