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Nothing |
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Maybe all I thought |
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Was no more than an ornament |
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For a cracked front |
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And the walls of my heaven |
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Reflected your slanted wings |
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Drawing chaos in the air. |
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Everything is a part of nothing, |
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Everything is a part of me. |
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Maybe all I wanted |
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Was no more than pretty lies |
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To throw my stare to that star |
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And the voices which tuck me in each night |
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Laments of a dying |
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Disguised as a lullaby. |
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My way back here wasn't lineal, |
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Pieces of the past are chapping my hands |
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The sun is fading to black |
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Cause the hollow silhouette |
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Already doesn't want a shadow |
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Already doesn't want a name |
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Already doesn't want a saviour |
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Already doesn't want an escape. |
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Everything is a part of nothing, |
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Everything is a part of me. |