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That's a frosty way to speak |
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To tell me how to live next to your potpourri |
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All this talking pulls my teeth |
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I believed in you, so you believed in |
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Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark |
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I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark |
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So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels |
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It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel |
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Once I had a name to claim |
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I scraped on the walls like an orthodox saint |
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I wish for the same old things |
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That turn me inside out, hearing is the strain, it's a game |
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Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark |
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I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark |
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So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels |
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It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel |
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Never have I ever been |
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Clutching at your hair to cure you of some sin |
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But that's the kind of state I'm in |
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Swimming in a pool of godly medicine |
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"Come, come," I hear it calling me |
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Yelling like if ever there was someone |
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Who could make things heavenly again |
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Feel alive |
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Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark |
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I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark |
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So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels |
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It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel |
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Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark |
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I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark |
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So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels |
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It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel |
