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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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Astoria, I'm warning ya, not ready yet, not for you |
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Don't wanna know my darkest lows |
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My blackest pitch, murder of crows |
| [01:19.81] |
Feels far from home, close to the vale |
| [01:24.28] |
Goodbye mother's fairy-tale |
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Never After will suffice when star-crossed lovers take their life |
| [01:46.56] |
Now we begin a harlequin, kaleidoscope in spite of when |
| [01:55.07] |
Top of the world to lowest worth, from blackest pearl to slower birth |
| [02:03.32] |
Don't remind me what the price is when left to my own devices |
| [02:11.72] |
'Cause I'll find out in all due time what happens to never say die |
| [02:40.84] |
Oh yeah |
| [02:42.39] |
I'll see whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me |
| [02:49.97] |
But it's gonna to be a long year till the hospital can find hope in me |
| [03:00.46] |
(Tell me I survive) |
| [03:02.07] |
Do I survive you, Astoria? |
| [03:05.33] |
(Tell me I survive) |
| [03:07.25] |
Do I survive you, Astoria? |
| [03:09.05] |
You know everything happens, it happens in threes |
| [03:25.01] |
A fevered blur, through names obscured, and speeches slurred |
| [03:37.26] |
What's another bridge burned? |
| [03:40.94] |
I'm on my own, you came alone |
| [03:48.10] |
All dressed up in bad news |
| [03:50.36] |
(I know you've been hurt too) |
| [03:52.02] |
This would be the wrong move |
| [03:53.89] |
(Maybe we should leave soon) |
| [03:56.26] |
You can lay with me while you think of him |
| [03:59.92] |
Drown our sorrows deep in each other's skin |
| [04:04.21] |
I touch your face while I think of her |
| [04:08.11] |
I will raise my lips to the way we were |
| [04:12.61] |
Bite my neck while you say his name |
| [04:16.03] |
I will scratch your back to forget her face |
| [04:19.90] |
Our regret tastes sweet through a soft liqueur |
| [04:24.07] |
We can raise our lips to the way we were |
| [04:42.04] |
On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds |
| [04:46.37] |
On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds |
| [04:50.58] |
Hey, ever just say **** it? |
| [04:53.50] |
Maybe I'll drink this all away in buckets |
| [04:58.70] |
Oh hey, might as well say **** it |
| [05:02.63] |
I wanna hurt myself until I love it |
| [05:08.30] |
I should've known you're not alone when you take somebody home |
| [05:12.06] |
And the little deaths are a little less, even if just for a moment |
| [05:16.62] |
Hey, let's all say **** it |
| [05:19.83] |
(On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds) |
| [05:21.40] |
I'm gonna make my mother so proud of it |
| [05:23.85] |
(On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds) |
| [05:27.06] |
Yeah |
| [05:41.92] |
(Hope fades away in Astoria) |
| [05:46.32] |
I'll see whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me |
| [05:54.35] |
But it's going to be a long year till the hospital might find hope in me |
| [06:03.57] |
(Astoria) |
| [06:05.83] |
Astoria |
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(Astoria) |
| [06:14.34] |
Let the melody save me, Astoria |
| [06:20.31] |
Let the melody save me, Astoria |
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The quid pro quos that we'll compose from esoteric to common prose |
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Astoria |
