| We walked together through a garden everyday
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| It seemed a place of peace, it did for me anyway
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| But you saw tigers lurking just beyond the fences
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| And tear up those paper cats, they’re nothing more than your defenses
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| You kick the crosses of my exes everyday
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| It never made you seem better than them in anyway
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| You read between the lines of epitaphs on graves
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| Even in bed you raise the dead to speak their names
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| Don’t wake the beast while she’s asleep
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| Don’t dig for demons underneath
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| In this necropolis where former lovers lay
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| Don’t try so hard to dig that hole for your own grave
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| You kick the crosses of my exes everyday
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| It never made you seem better than her in anyway
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| You read between the lines of epitaphs on graves
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| Even in bed you raise the dead to speak her name
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| I could have walked beside you endlessly
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| But I grew weary of the shallow graves you led me to
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| It’s nothing short of a tragedy
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| You finally made me sad enough to write that song about you
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| I could have walked beside you endlessly
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| But I grew weary of the shallow graves you led me to
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| It’s nothing short of a tragedy
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| You finally made me sad enough to write that song about you
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| You finally made me sad enough to write that song about you
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| You finally made me mad enough to write that song about you |