| I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion
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| But I thought out it so like there’s no other way it could of been done
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| Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play part in it?
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| A heart stained in hate, a feeling I fear will play circles
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| But you, you were my favorite
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| But you, you know, you were my favorite
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| I’ve severed my ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city
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| And wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across the face
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| Well slowly but clearer now in visions that play and plague memories
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| I love them with all as a son should to mother and father
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| But you, you were my favorite
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| But you, you know, you were my favorite
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| Would I walk through the door,
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| Shedding the light of all life?
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| With the rise and reform,
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| Would I come as before?
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| Pray you’re not the only one
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| Pray you’re not the only…
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| If given mistakes would I take them back?
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| If erasing them could
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| If erasing them would
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| But would they be the words that I would say?
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| Your face and a door between
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| I’ve parted three ways
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| For you, the Newo that I loved
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| Did you ever really know before, my face shamed to break?
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| Did you ever really know before, my mind scared to think?
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| Did you ever really know before, my name son to these?
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| Did you, did you, did you come clean, in the end from the start?
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| Dear Ambelina, the Prise wishes you to watch over me Dear Ambelina, the Prise wishes all to watch over me I fought the decisions that called and lost
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| My mark has a relevant piece in this
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| I will come reformed
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| In short for the murders of those I court
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| I bless the hour that holds your fall
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| I will kill you all
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| I will call you (I will cross you out)
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| Out from shelter
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| Burn your wings,
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| You’ll know no better (Burn your wings)
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| I will call you (I will cross you out)
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| Out from shelter
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| Burn your wings
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| And learn their letters (Burn your wings)
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| I will call you (Dear Ambelina,)
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| Out from shelter (The Prise wishes you)
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| Burn your wings (To watch over me)
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| You’ll know no better. |
| (Burn your wings)
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| I will call you (Dear Ambellina,) (I will cross you out)
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| Out from shelter
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| Burn your wings (To watch over me)
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| And learn their letters (Burn your wings)
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| I will call you (Dear Ambellina)
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| Out from shelter (The Prise wishes you)
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| Burn your wings (To watch over me) |