| I am resting by the window
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| Dressed in little drops of red
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| But then the silence filled the creases
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| And I, I almost lost my head
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| It’s a thousand yards of tongues, a thousand yards of cheek, yeah
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| In every word I said
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| I, I’m walking very near the edge of something beautiful
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| I, I turn away instead
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| Oh, but my honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| I’m resting by the window
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| Dressed in, in little drops of red
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| But then the silence filled the creases
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| And I turn away instead
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| Oh, but my honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My honesty or my fingers, from here on out
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| My |