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My paradise is gone, and you have thirty seconds to wake up |
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From a nightmare with a flooding rush |
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Of memories like this one, |
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Caressing your inventive side |
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I find pride is my enemy most of the time |
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Obsessed with finding answers, guided by voices |
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The choices i've made have been cancerous |
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Suppose this were you, tell me how would you live |
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Energy all spent, with nothing left to give |
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Except a rib and your blessing to be free |
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Doesn't sound much like a fair trade to me |
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Obviously it was finding the better of both worlds |
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No matter how much it hurts, and we both deserve |
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The company we keep to let us get good sleep |
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I'm not weak right now, but it's not worth it to eat |
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It was never part of the plan to end up like this |
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And i'm not trying to die for the things i can't admit |
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This morning i woke up, the ceiling was spinning |
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My eyes couldn't adjust, the sun was beginning |
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To pry open the shades and burn through cotton skies |
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I reached over to hold you but you were cold as night |
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The room was hot, but your body felt different |
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I tried to wake you up, but your head never lifted |
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I was whispering into your ear "please don't leave" |
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She was sleeping in gods arms where i couldn't reach |
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Her face was against my chest, the silence was singing |
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The song of innocence, feeling like children again |
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The moment was stuck, i couldn't breathe |
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I screamed for someone to help us up here...please |
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Nobody was there, just me and my love |
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Wrapped up in the blankets that meant so much |
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Touching her skin against mine the life slipped away |
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God stole my heart, but left my body here to stay |
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Went to sleep early, You have to be at school by 8 |
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Got out my flashlight to write and not keep her awake, |
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I stay up too late, always tired in the morning, |
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She's kisses me goodbye while I'm half asleep yawning, |
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It's not that I'm lazy; I've got things to do, |
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Not trying to say my art is more important that you, |
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My epiphanies are killing me, but I'm keeping it quiet, |
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I love to see see angels painting on the inside of her eyelids, |
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Locked at the legs, if I move she'll wake up, |
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So I stay in this position till my whole body's numb, |
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When the room is still, I write to the rhythm of her pulse, |
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But it's always perfect speed so my thoughts are never rushed |
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Sometimes you roll over and try to mumble goodnight, |
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I laugh because your hair is always sticking up to the right, |
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Brush it away from your face because your smile is on, |
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Whisper goodnight my love and turn my flashlight off. |
