| I saw you hiding in the ivy
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| I know you’re too afraid to call
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| They’re getting ready for the winter here
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| They’ve gathered pyramids of salt
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| You saw them having trouble breathing
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| I know you think that it’s your fault
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| I saw you hiding in the ivy
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| Keeping quiet through the fall
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| There’s a bird inside your rib cage
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| He screams so I never forget
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| I wanna break open your sternum
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| I wanna rip him from his nest
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| And sow you back up like a garden
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| Growing flowers from your chest
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| There’s a bird inside your rib cage
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| I keep trying to forget
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| I drew a line in the sand with these worthless fucking hands
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| I drew a line in the sand, you washed it away again
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| I saw you hiding in the ivy
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| Watched the night start to decay
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| And you wonder in the morning who’s gonna drag
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| The sun out of the lake
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| You move gently off the sore spots
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| I can see that you’re in pain
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| Everything left in the light here long enough
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| Is someday gonna fade
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| I drew a line in the sand with these worthless fucking hands
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| I drew a line in the sand, you washed it away again
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| I drew a line in the sand with these goddamn worthless hands
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| I drew a line in the sand, you washed it away again
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| We’re so vacant
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| These bodies
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| Collapsing
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| So gracefully
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| And I love you
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| And I’m sorry
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| And I understand if you blame me
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| And I’m helpless
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| And you’re drowning
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| And I’m beating at the water here so desperately
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| So desperately
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| I drew a line in the sand with these worthless fucking hands
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| I drew a line in the sand, you washed it away again
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| I drew a line in the sand with these goddamn worthless hands
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| I drew a line in the sand, you washed it away again
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| Don’t wash me away again |