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I dreamed up the maps |
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Give me charcoal and the paper now. |
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We invent paths they cannot see |
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And they're to scared walk. |
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Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards |
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And i trapped god somewhere between |
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The trump and the kind of hearts. |
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Joni mitchell said "we are stardustWe are golden" we are all the same. |
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Blood paints the story of our love |
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Across the bathroom floor towards the drain. |
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Funny how everything just piles up till one day |
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You can't believe how far you came. |
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I'm made of mountains made of metal |
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Made of whiskey and waves! |
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You won't believe your own breath |
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When the bold words finally escape your mouth. |
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Keep your secrets hidden |
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Till we're certain of just what we've found. |
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Yeah they bleed just like us |
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But our calling is what shapes us now. |
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We won't be held back won't be tied up |
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We won't be pinned down not now. |
