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All your sympathys gone |
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Onto needles and pins |
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And the scratch on your cheek |
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When the dye is cast red |
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Pillars melted into wood |
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Shallow breath that you held |
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Fevered threat in the ground |
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Razored memories expelled |
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Clouds are red above you |
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The rain has stolen a goodbye |
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From me, it seems |
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A moons white iris rings a bell |
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And shadows head home for a while |
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To dream, and scream and every want |
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You ever met |
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Just never melted into flesh |
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But pools of gone today |
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And all the promises have left |
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Except the one to try again |
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A fire against the sky |
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Just look right in and take a step |
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The mold is made |
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The dye cast red |
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Give away to waste |
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And all those times the seasons bind |
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Im running down a fevered threat |
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Bright against the sky |
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All your sympathys gone |
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Onto needles and pins |
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And the scratch on your cheek |
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When the scratch on your cheek |
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And all the times the seasons bind |
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Im running down |
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Frozen in time |
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Pushing up doors |
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Crawling through space never leaves of fragrant face |
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And all the times the seasons bind |
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Im running down |
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Frozen in time |
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Pushing up doors |
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For the end of time |
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The seasons bind the seasons bind |