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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[distorted electric guitar riff, heavy drum fill]

[Verse 1]
[clean electric guitar arpeggios, bass, and steady drums]
Gray
There goes
Old central line
Cold and taste on my tongue
Some forgot how to burn
Through the thick smoke
Skin
Empty light
Hollow shadows wait
Waiting for the drop to split the hits
Who gets the work to death
Who gets left to rot
To count
To fade

[Verse 2]
[clean electric guitar arpeggios, bass, and steady drums]
From
Spirit willing
Clothes fall off the bone
No tobacco to blur the sharp edge
No bread to break
Home
Back home
No home
Memory is a burnt out wire
Wiped away like millions of faces
Lost in the gray, lost in the fire
I remember, I forget
I fade

[Chorus]
[distorted electric guitar power chords, driving drums]
Monday, Tuesday, Friday days don't mean a thing
Just the calendar of the stomach
Just the silence that the winter brings
The silence that the winter brings
Not close
Not close enough
[vocal belt] It didn't drop close enough
No it didn't drop close enough
It didn't drop close enough
God why didn't they drop close enough
Not close enough at all
Not close
Not close

[Outro]
[heavy distorted guitar chords, crashing cymbals]
It didn't drop close enough
Not close enough at all
At all
At all
[vocalizing] (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
[guitar feedback, final drum hit]

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Revamp lyrics

[Intro]
[distorted electric guitar riff, heavy drum fill]

[Chorus]
[distorted electric guitar power chords, driving drums]
Monday, Tuesday, Friday—same dead hours, same hard stare, spit on the platform floor
Ration card in my palm, cupboard door stuck half-open there, rust on the hinge
Nothing in that cupboard but a click and a knock of wood, a mouse skin in the back
Stomach tucked in tight, back jammed up, three tin cans on the shelf, one dented and leaking
The radiator breathes through the wall and nobody says a prayer, just dust in the vent

[Chorus]
[distorted electric guitar power chords, driving drums]
Monday, Tuesday, Friday—same dead hours, same hard stare, wet gum under the rail
Ration card in my palm, cupboard door stuck half-open there, rust on the hinge
Nothing in that cupboard but a click and a knock of wood, a mouse skin in the back
Stomach tucked in tight, back jammed up, three tin cans on the shelf, one dented and leaking
The radiator breathes through the wall and nobody says a prayer, just dust in the vent
Not close
Not close enough
I heard it in the hall
I heard the brakes and froze
[vocal belt] It didn't drop close enough
No it didn't drop close enough
I kept checking the stairs
Kept listening for the truck
Kept counting every second
Kept thinking that's the one
It didn't drop close enough
God, I swear I needed it there
I needed it there
Right there
Not close enough at all
Not close
Not close
Not close—please

[Outro]
[heavy distorted guitar chords, crashing cymbals]
It didn't drop close enough
Not close enough at all
At all
At all
[vocalizing] (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
[guitar feedback, final drum hit]

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Not Close Enough

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