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I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished |
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Claimed she grew up from a grain of sand |
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With every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer |
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To the roof of the sky with outstretched hands |
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She made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one |
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Counted weeks like she should of counted days |
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And swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight |
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And turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways |
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And this was the beginning, the start of the ending |
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You can't die from a broken heart |
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But from the time the sun rose |
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To the space where it fell away |
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She would love, and it wouldn't take part |
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And every every day she would echo echo |
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In every single way she should let go let go |
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But it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows |
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But so, so what |
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So she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty |
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It walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan |
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She was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty |
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Until that glacier froze over the land |
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And so she blamed herself hated her wealth |
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She was born at too young of an age |
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And every night her dreams were touched by witches fingers |
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Until her heart was caged. |
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With every morning spent not caring if she cares or not |
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Sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot |
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Burying herself alive she scrapes the hole that it left open |
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Empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken |
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All broken, that mountain was all broken |
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Now I can see that her |
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings |
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And they always get spilled both without thinking |
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Without thinking, without thinking, |
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Without thinking, I can see that her |
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings |
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And they always get spilled both without thinking |
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Without thinking, they weren't thinking, |
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Without thinking, I can see that her |
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings |
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And they always get spilled both without thinking |
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Without thinking, I wasn't thinking, |
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Without thinking, I can see that our |
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Our blood's red and we got feelings |
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And we always spill both bloods without thinking |
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Without thinking, what were we thinking, |
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We weren't thinking, what were we thinking of |
