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so we hum our stolen songs |
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and the sirens sing along from out at sea |
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and we close our eyes, then turn to watch them leave |
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and you are not to blame for what happens to me |
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so you know where I am from |
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and you know just what I've done and what I've seen |
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and what I will become if I'm cut free |
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but you are not to blame for what happens to me |
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(we're gone) |
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and the feathers on your breath |
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dance along the wind and cut my chest |
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I'd follow you down any rabbit hole |
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and the bruise beneath your eyes has been growing like the tide |
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and no mater how this ends |
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they'll never be your crutch the way I am |
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I'd follow you down any rabbit hole |
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come find me when I sleep and tie anchors around my feet |
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(we're gone) |
