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Purple feathers fall from the core of a handmade boa |
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That dries her tears |
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Precious stones in a box |
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rediate the sky reflecting her fear |
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you want something real |
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you don't know when you got it |
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Emotionally fierce you want love |
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but you fight it till the bitter end |
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wading in a river |
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fishing out pieces of his heart she shatterd |
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falling from a blue crest |
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realizings too late this place is shallow |
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Past around the cast high cared for then denied |
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our two different people |
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The music box she carries the camaflage he wears |
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is soon to be burried |
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you want something real |
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you don't know when you got it |
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all grory no feel you want love but you fight it |
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till the bitter end till the bitter end |
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Camoflage |
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Livin on a pipe dream tryin to make the right scene |
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Reachin for a brass ring without life in your hand |
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Talkin through the motions criticize devotion |
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Breakin out the door and never findin the kye |
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Pacifier motion void of all emotion |
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fallin out fallin down and over again |
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take association over dedication |
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How far can you go without takin a step |
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you want and you want and you kill yourself to get |
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you die and you die and you ain't seen nothin yet |
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you hide and you hide just to stay above the crest |
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you're a fake, a lie...now try and camoflage that |
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Like a changing season adapt to fit the reason |
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integrity whats it means to you it's a lie |
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hold out till you see it then you try and be it |
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you're lost, a fool...what can I say |
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you want and you want and you kill yourself to get |
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you die and you die and you ain't seen nothin yet |
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you hide and you hide just to stay above the crest |
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you lie and you live but it's all the same |
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you're fake, you are nowhere ... |
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now try and camoflage that |
