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In the month of May |
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Your past began to bust open its graves |
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In the month of May |
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And our love became |
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A dance floor for your demons and mistakes |
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Our love became |
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And truth, it went the way of thieves |
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It stole your soul from under our feet |
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By the month of June |
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I was tiptoeing 'round your gloom |
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By the month of June |
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So I took my light |
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And I shone upon your hiding places bright |
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With all my light |
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But the woods were old and you were buried deep |
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And I could not persuade the dark to leave |
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My heart could not hold him any closer |
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Nor bend any more than it did |
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With ropes we set sail, in threads we land |
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Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad |
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By the month of July |
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Was when all my strength began to die |
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By the month of July |
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And the only thing I hadn't tried |
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Was to pull your conscience close to me and cry |
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That one I hadn't tried |
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But my tears were like the dew in spring |
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And to you they did not mean a thing |
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My heart could not hold him any closer |
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Nor bend any more than it did |
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With ropes we set sail, in threads we land |
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Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad |
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The month of August saw us |
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Leave behind a love we swore we'd keep |
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A love we'd keep |
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And I can afford no hope |
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But I do wish that you find yourself |
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Through losing me |
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And I will rave and flutter with a broken wing |
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And mend me through this song I sing |