| You picked a sound time to roll when we’re near the gold
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| How these confused trees need cold
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| Did you not think my skin might sink
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| Like Lily Parsons so far down
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| Nobody hears what’s left of her
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| You’re the Blank Joy, the decoy
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| I’ve loved to no return
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| But if you had a word
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| You might wanna say what you mean
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| Or die evergreen
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| Still fighting the great unseen
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| Well you’re here at the throne of every show
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| Your Rilkean heart should know
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| I went all in died for your sins
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| The greatest loves fall so far down
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| Nobody hears what’s left of them
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| You’re the church bells, the gun shell
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| I’ve loved to no return
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| But if you had a word
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| You might wanna say what you mean
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| Or die evergreen
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| Still fighting the great unseen
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| Die evergreen
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| And you go with a part of me
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| When you die evergreen
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| You might wanna say what you mean
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| Die for free
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| The greatest loves fall so far down
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| But if they go I don’t know how
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| You’re the Blank Joy, the decoy of love love love but
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| You might wanna say what you mean
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| Or die evergreen
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| Still fighting the great unseen
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| Die evergreen
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| And you go with a part of me
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| When you die evergreen
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| You might wanna say what you mean
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| Die Evergreen
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| And you go with a part of me
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| When you die evergreen
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| You might want to say what you mean
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| When you die evergreen
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| You’ll take me |