| Could you paint a picture of us that works.
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| An emphasis on function rather than design.
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| Aren’t you tired cause i will carry you.
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| On a broken back and blown out knees.
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| I have been where you are for a while.
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| Aren’t you tired of being weak?.
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| Such rage that you could scream.
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| All the stars right out of the sky.
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| And destroy the prettiest starry night.
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| Every evening that I die
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| I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold.
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| I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold.
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| I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold.
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| I am exhumed just a little less human.
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| After all these images of pain.
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| Have cut right through you.
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| I will kiss every scar and weep.
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| You are not alone.
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| Then I’ll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
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| It still tries to beat.
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| Aren’t you tired of being weak?
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| Such rage that you could scream.
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| All the stars right out of the sky.
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| And destroy the prettiest starry night.
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| Every evening that I die.
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| Live, Love, Burn, Die.
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| Live, Love, Burn, Die.
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| Live, Love, Burn, Die.
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| Live, Love, Burn, Die. |