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I Am the Sticks

Afghan Whigs

You drink the blood
I fill the need
I am the sticks
I draw the bead

Killed in California
Cast alive into the sea
Pumped and dried inside a furnace
Pumped and dried until I freeze

Stumbling on time
Blood on the sill
Cup in the kitchen
I know this spill

I stand in a hole
Hand up your dress
Not like the others
Shows no interest

When I need it, it's behind me
When I don't, it's by my side
Sacrifice a foreign killer
Set the freezer up to fry

If you're vain, I hate the pain
When you need rest, I ease the pain
Don't you see what I have brought you to my life?
I saw the man

I let him in
He stood on the ground
He left me love
It was so thin

It was so thin
Left my career behind
He left me to die
If you're vain, I hate the pain

When you need rest, I ease the pain
Don't you see what I have brought you to my life?
If you're vain, I hate the pain
When you need rest, I ease the pain

Don't you see what I have brought you to my life?
My life
My life
My life

My life
My life
My life

Escrita por: Greg Dulli