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at the top of the house |
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where the angels change |
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I found you flooding hard |
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in the gallery fire |
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your image was saved |
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but the flowers had no card |
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these old shoes no longer fit |
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does that make this the end of it? |
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at least I tried, at least I cried |
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at least I was someone's valentine |
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somewhere in the dust |
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is a face I've touched |
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trapped in a full stop mood |
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when the colour returns |
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I will rise again |
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and jump the filthy roofs |
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"I'll be warmer in here |
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I'll be safer alone" |
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in a cobweb of cold sweat? |
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if I flew to the top of the house |
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and the angels weren't there |
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I'd catch my breath |
