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For every hole I've punched in the wall |
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Every piece of paper crumbled as we've suffer |
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in the bloodiest fall |
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For every pulsating ego blistered |
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into moon ripe nosebleeds |
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I nurse these festering wounds |
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and drop no seeds |
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but grow an orchid garden |
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Now the pains on your portrait |
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hardens with a face that resorts to jargon |
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Scribbled like a suicide note |
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Like I'll stop |
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I show the beauty by a profile shot |
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Freeze, don't fret for the truth |
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Cause I'll pray till I heard footsteps |
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on the roof |
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I swear to god I don't believe in angels |
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Ask me, atheist, ashly |
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Where's the wings in this relationship |
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Passions has passed me, cast another spell |
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Mortified, melancholy, Madness to Michelle |
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Suicide Sarah, illiterate your fate, worship the absence, and demonstrate my faith |
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(Face in the mirror on my bathroom door |
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I saw her dance in rain in the summer downpour) |
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I saw her dance till the rain put the fire out |
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Burned at the steak, Joan of Arc |
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little anxious saint |
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I illustrate the gates of hell into |
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my notebook her flesh burns up in the furnace |
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Ashes to Ashley |
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Urns to something earnest |
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I slit my wrist and curse with an ink pen |
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Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles |
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question my faith, get my churlish ass to smile |
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Find another suttel piece of confidence to muster |
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Her ministry echoes in this monolithic structure |
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Cremate the dieing Christmas trees |
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The winter is full of bitter, ashy, black blizzards |
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And when the superstition delivered |
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And it came down the chimney |
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they found her in the fire place with me |
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Ashes to Ashley |
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The fire's only half dead, |
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how many angels can you fit on a match head |
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Count them |
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Try start a fire |
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Do it |
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Turn the volume down or write a song to her movement (x4) |
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We walked a broken path while the sun was bleak |
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And we were holding hands on these rusted swings |
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That I called "us" and my love would sink |
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underseas that we would drown underneath |
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When you would swim deep to catch my lip's speech |
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To try to catch drifts to catch what it means |
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And you found what would grow between us |
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So I thought about you while I wrote The Phoenix |
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And now my spine shivers from the notes that you speak |
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of perfect pitched melodies and emotions you seek |
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That I'm composing in dreams, so you see that I love you |
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And I'll hold your broken dreams till I'm bleeding in puddles |
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She breaks bones, engraves poems in gravestones (Text!) |
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Paints quotes of pathos when pain grows (Next!) |
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Rain flows became hopes of rainbows (When!) |
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Angels with halos and saints spoke (Blessed!) |
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Death to this world now we've given enough |
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I wanna hide you from the company that misery loves |
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And so I draw blood with few strokes and our love it drew close |
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so you can draw attention with the pen that you hold |
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Reveal your energy; and we'll just get to keep |
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The radio-active I can feel your chemistry |
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When we gaze at sea waves and freebase off replays |
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that re-late to cliches to see fate will be grace |
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I find peace in our dance on ice sheets |
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To bathe your silhouette in the tears the skies weep |
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We'll burn bridges to find warmth from life's storms |
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And cross roads at the point where lives meet |
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I'll show you memories I hate to reveal |
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If you could feel what I say Then I could say what I feel |
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And I finally learned what it takes to confess |
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I'll take you to place filled with grace and sunset |
