| Maybe there’s a place for us to go. |
| Somewhere we can be alone
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| Where we are more than enough. |
| Love will make a case for us
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| There’s a place where we can hide. |
| Concerning. |
| Willing. |
| Burning
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| Building
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| Though the birds all know the words, quiet morning turning thrilling
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| Secret languages of the skin. |
| Agonizing. |
| Rising up above the din
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| Daily pain, the way we shove it in. It’s crazy, but maybe we could
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| Love again
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| Super heroine injured ninjas. |
| Hinges narrowing. |
| Flaws may show
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| Hell disguised itself as heaven. |
| Babies cry because they know
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| The beauty of violence refined
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| Magic and science combined. |
| We’re immune to the divine
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| Remedies for pain, remedies for long pauses
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| Remedies for rain, remedies for lost causes
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| Enemies dream, enemies all useless
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| Enemies scheme, enemies call truces
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| Lightning emanates from your fingers. |
| Tiny stars, they dot your eyes
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| You’ll be judged by how much love you give the world and not
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| Your lies
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| Just to know, for trust and grow, maybe there’s a place for us to
|
| Go and wander the unknown, somewhere we can be alone
|
| Is it real? |
| Can we trust? |
| Where we are way more than enough
|
| Erase, adjust. |
| Place your trust. |
| Love will make a case for us
|
| There’s no need to bleed to death, or walk the wire foolish one
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| Soon the worst part will be over. |
| April is the cruelest month
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| Wishes we forget about. |
| Under beds. |
| Behind our shelves
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| Sinking to the darkest depths. |
| Willingly, we blind ourselves
|
| Crashing through branches of the tallest tree and several broke
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| The ground below and underneath. |
| Glowing red and devil’s smoke
|
| Wondered. |
| Guessed. |
| Underdressed. |
| Dreamer versus pessimist
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| Hanging on for dearest life. |
| Dangling from a precipice
|
| When you find your dying man, lay your hands upon him while
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| You wait to hear the verdict read, following your common trial
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| Sleeping on a bed of nails. |
| But I scrape by. |
| Wake up, then I break
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| My only vow
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| King Midas in reverse, to my dismay. |
| Look up in the sky and say
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| ‘holy cow!'
|
| Just to know, for trust and grow, maybe there’s a place for us to
|
| Go and wander the unknown, somewhere we can be alone
|
| Is it real? |
| Can we trust? |
| Where we are way more than enough
|
| Erase, adjust. |
| Place your trust. |
| Love will make a case for us
|
| Fireworks, severely started. |
| Fade to black. |
| Dearly departed
|
| Room to grow, it’s beautifully doomed but you don’t know it
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| Tough love. |
| Take a break. |
| Respite pays
|
| Fucked up, suicidal, desperate days
|
| The hobbyist, unsatisfied, slept with strays
|
| It’s obvious, we should go our separate way
|
| Just to know, for trust and grow, maybe there’s a place for us to
|
| Go and wander the unknown, somewhere we can be alone
|
| Is it real? |
| Can we trust? |
| Where we are way more than enough
|
| Erase, adjust. |
| Place your trust. |
| Love will make a case for us |