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Random little things keep taunting me, |
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The rose left on my pillow after you leave. |
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Favorites turn to monsters as the seasons turn around, |
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I had no idea I could feel so upside down. |
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Even now my mirror stands alone, |
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She nestles closely now up to the sun. |
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These visions do no good when they are badly drawn, |
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So when this night is over I will leave at dawn. |
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My story tells itself as I stand in front of you, |
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My belly lies exposed for you to chew. |
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Thunder came in hope to kiss the storm, |
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Charming as he was I still said no, |
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'Cause I have nothing but my fists to fight you with, |
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But this flesh you see is stronger than the bone. |
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I'm trying hard to sing to the fibers of a man who couldn't see two people holding hands. |
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But night has come to pass, |
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And what I've felt is gone, |
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And when this night is over I will leave at dawn. |
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Every cent of suffering I offer now to pay, |
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If there is mercy, mercy come find me. |
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Something lovely come alive and find me |
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'Cause if you don't I might just have to find myself. |
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Random little things were taunting me, |
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But now I've got this precious gift from tragedy, |
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A promise is a promise and I've made one. |
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The horizon's moving toward me, |
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I can see the sun. |
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I can see the sun. |
