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- kevin moore |
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Falling through pages of martens on angels |
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Feeling my heart pull west |
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I saw the future dressed as a stranger |
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Love in a space-dye vest |
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Love is an act of blood and |
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I'm bleeding |
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A pool in the shape of a heart |
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Beauty projection in the reflection |
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Always the worst way to start"but he's the sort who can't know |
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Anyone intimately, least of all a |
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Woman. he doesn't know what a woman |
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Is. he wants you for a possession, |
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Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. |
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Something to own and to display. he doesn't want you to be real, |
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Or to think or to live. he doesn't love you, but |
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I love you. |
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I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when |
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I hold you in my arms. it's our last chance... it's our last chance..." |
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Now that you're gone |
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I'm trying to take it |
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Learning to swallow the rage |
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Found a new girl |
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I think we can make it |
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As long as she stays on the page |
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This is not how |
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I want it to end |
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And I'll never be open again"...i was gonna move out...ummm...get, |
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Get a job, get my own place, ummm, |
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But... I go into the mall where i |
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Want to work and they tell me, i'm, |
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I was too young...""some people, gave advice before, |
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About facing the facts, about |
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Facing reality. and this is, this |
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Without a doubt, is his biggest |
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Challenge ever. he's going to have to face it. |
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You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, |
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Uh, and, and, and get some help here. |
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I mean no one can |
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Say they know how he feels.""that, so they say that, in ya know |
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Like, houston or something, you'd |
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Say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, |
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But it's a dry heat. in houston they say that? |
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Oh, maybe not. |
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I'm all mixed up. |
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Dry until they hit the swimming pool.""...i get up with the sun... listen. |
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You have your own room to sleep in, |
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I don't care what you do. |
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I don'tCare when. that door gets locked, |
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That door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. |
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If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some |
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Place to sleep. because you're not going to be a bum in this house. |
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Supper is ready..." |
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There's no one to take my blame |
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If they wanted to |
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There's nothing to keep me sane |
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And it's all the same to you |
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There's nowhere to set my aim |
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So I'm everywhere |
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Never come near me again |
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Do you really think |
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I need you |
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I'll never be open again, |
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I could never be open again. |
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I'll never be open again, |
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I could never be open again. |
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And I'll smile and |
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I'll learn to pretend |
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And I'll never be open again |
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And I'll have no more dreams to defend |
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And I'll never be open again |
