| The bottom of the bottle, roll me in the vines
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| And bury me so deep, all my bones turning white
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| With silence is a gold, and secrets will abound
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| The hostage in your conscious, will have tape across his mouth
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| But tell me how will you find, space for my love
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| If you spend half your time tyrna cast it off
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| Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone
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| Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone
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| The simple repetition, of a lifetime mistake
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| The road to your ruin was, the easiest to take
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| Chronic indecision, and determine of the vase
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| And ragged superstition babe, your future down to waste
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| Tell me how will you find, space for my love
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| If you spend half your time tryna cast it off
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| Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone
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| Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone
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| Where you gonna run to now
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| Where you gonna hide your pain
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| And how you gonna live this down
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| You were bind in every promise you make
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| At the bottom of the barrel, drowning in the mud
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| The hostage hums the melody, the conscious is keeping time
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| At the bottom of the garden, tangled in the brier
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| God is making music, the devil is making wine |