| I’ve got more important things
|
| Than shiny diamond rings
|
| And modern furniture
|
| Life before aesthetics was
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| A nail hole in a wall
|
| A borrowed comforter
|
| Now I wait until the sound
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| As if I never drowned in my addition
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| I’m not saying that it’s right
|
| But waking through the night I felt it coming
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| And it crossed my heart
|
| When did all this start
|
| Stand together, fall apart
|
| And it crossed my heart
|
| Hear the oceans as they sing
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| The mountains and the spring
|
| And all it means to me
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| Life before aesthetics is
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| A mindset that imparts impossibilities
|
| Still I waste the chance to give
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| As if I’ve never lived throughout deletion (?)
|
| I’m not telling you it’s right
|
| But waking through the night
|
| I felt it happen
|
| And it crossed my heart
|
| When did all this start
|
| Fall together, stand apart
|
| And it crossed my heart
|
| And it crossed my heart
|
| I’ve got more important things
|
| Than shiny diamond rings
|
| And modern furniture
|
| When did all this start
|
| Life before aesthetics was
|
| A nail hole in a wall
|
| A borrowed comforter
|
| Stand together, fall apart
|
| Hear the oceans as they sing
|
| The mountains and the spring
|
| And all it means to me
|
| And it crossed my heart
|
| Life before aesthetics is
|
| A mindset that imparts impossibilities |