Lyrics From One to Six Hundred Kilometers - Dillon
The
most
tender
thing
you've
said
to
me
Is
that
i
suffer
from
paranoia
Sometimes
when
i
wish
to
kill
I
count
from
one
to
six
hundred
kilometers
Yet
i
fail
to
feel
I
sail
to
sea
I
fail
to
behave
rationally
And
i
fail
to
grip
I
fail
to
keep
I
fail
to
think
about
me
"If
i
were
able
to
hate
Perhaps
hatred
would
bring
me
relief
I
ought
to
have
a
steel
brow
And
a
heart
of
stone"
Yet
you
failed
to
feel
You
sailed
to
sea
You
failed
to
embrace
my
insecurities
And
i
failed
to
grip
I
failed
to
keep
I
failed
to
think
about
me
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