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I guess it started when the lights went out |
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And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out |
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I could feel it |
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Wedged in my ribs it felt freezin' |
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As my cold air blew out |
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Dance through the evening, paranormal |
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Slowly being called to the green |
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Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, I observe |
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Hails from the other side of the curb |
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Hold the concrete notepad |
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Scribble down my words in the limelight |
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This is what it's like to bleed ink |
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Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think |
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Make it beautiful and make it look like love |
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Make it hang from the heavens |
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Make it break my trust |
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Make it real, make it dangerous |
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Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch |
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It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust |
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When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us. |
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You're all I've ever known |
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Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home |
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Handful of roses |
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You're my blood and brittle bones, |
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My soul an open throne. |
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You're all I know. |
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I've spoke a whisper in the dark one night |
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Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life |
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It seemed natural especially watching it's last breath like poetry |
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Watch as it clung to it's own chest with a smile |
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Made out of broken pieces of tile |
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You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles |
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If you want it, people say that old road is haunted |
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If you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it |
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You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it |
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Then you process automatically, think that you feel it |
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And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it |
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Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain |
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You will never beat the game it plays |
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You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade |
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It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust |
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When you understand it's everything inside of you. |
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It's us. |
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You're all I've ever known |
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Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home |
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Handful of roses |
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You're my blood and brittle bones, |
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My soul an open throne. |
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|
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You're all I know. |
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|
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You're all I've ever known |
| [02:46.71] |
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home |
| [02:52.46] |
Handful of roses |
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You're my blood and brittle bones, |
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My soul an open throne. |
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You're all I know. |
