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Words in my head, atoms splitting up the twins |
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Rocks inside my head again |
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Keeps me from your bed, sends me errand boy at swim |
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To drag my lake for scars |
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Do the stars conspire |
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To kill us off with loneliness? |
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Am I so inspired |
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That I could save the both of us? |
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Stayed up all night, rubbing words but they don't take |
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Now the sun says what a mess you've made |
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With a bag of beer held like the last girl on earth |
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To keep your hands from words |
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Do the stars conspire |
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To pin us down like butterflies? |
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A life on trial |
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Hardened stare America |
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Sunrise, cemetery nervous breakdown |
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Saw my angel making eyes at strangers |
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I was indisposed, I couldn't blame her |
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Know I came to bury, wound up staying |
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Verse in my head, first light fingers rake the hills |
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Turns a landscape into lines |
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Finds the phantom limbs, connects the dots, I got her name |
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From an orange rhyming dictionary |
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Sunrise, cemetery nervous breakdown |
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Saw my angel making stories for me |
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Now I know her and she meant to save me |
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With an orange rhyming dictionary |
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Do the stars conspire |
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To shock us into tiny measures? |
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Can you survive |
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Going crazy every time you see her? |
