Exit Theme (feat. Astronautalis & Lotte Kestner)

I am the only one they made
 Cast from charming bones and clay
 On that cold winter's day or so they say
 We are the last known to exist
 Hiding shine remote cliffs
 We prefer it that way
 Please leave us just like this
 Please leave us just like this
 Please leave us just like this
 Please leave us just like this
 Please leave us just like this
 I used to hammer sheet metal till my palms bled
 Cash my paycheck at the bar then drink the whole thing
 Catch a pheasant with my bare hands, take her home with me
 Wake up at 5 a.m. and make it back to work to start again
 You're sweating whiskey in your first shift
 By lunch break you're feeling worthless
 And soon you're cracking jokes with workers
 By the time the final whistle blows, your body's feeling perfect
 So let's celebrate the good times
 Another round for the old guys
 And to that pretty thing with glazed eyes
 I ain't asking for a dance, I'm just hoping for a great night
 Cause when the stopwatch dies we all drop like flies, so what's the point in being free to die (Right?)
 You see it's not my time, I thought I lost my mind but instead it found a place to hide
 Keep your fucking keys, I don't need to drive (nah), I'll just run for the rest of the night
 Empty handle with my tongue on the edge of a knife, make me young, make me numb, till my exit arrives
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 My heart it pounds, so I can't make out a sound
 I've come this far, and I couldn't leave without you now
 If my heart beats now, then I'll go turn around
 If you know me, nobody does
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 Damaged goods tend to hide in pretty packages
 Saddened looks get disguised in witty adages
 It's our dramatic twist, come watch the magic tricks
 Abracadabra, necromancer sawed in half again
 So I mutter some witty quips
 If love is to give a glimpse, what's under my skinny ribs
 A couple of whiskey sips or something to get me fixed
 Before I'm antisocial like it's Buffalo 66 in here
 So is it beautiful or frail?
 I feel like Ouroboros when I'm chewing on my tail
 The crows can form a chorus when the funeral prevails
 It shows a glowing orange when the moon is full and pale
 Wide awake and rueful, looking for a light to break the stupor
 Of the types of grey that dilate my pupils
 I can taste the sucrose on the tip of my tongue-y tongue
 From tidal waves I'm running from but isn't it funny once it's done?
 Cause when the stopwatch dies we all drop like flies, so what's the point in being free to die (Right?)
 You see it's not my time, I thought I lost my mind but instead it found a place to hide
 Keep your fucking keys, I don't need to drive (nah), I'll just run for the rest of the night
 Empty handle with my tongue on the edge of a knife, make me young, make me numb, till my exit arrives
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 Until my exit arrives
 
 Until my exit arrives
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 Until my exit arrives