| I guess it started when the lights went out
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| And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out
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| I could feel it
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| Wedged in my ribs it felt freezin'
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| As my cold air blew out
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| Dance through the evening, paranormal
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| Slowly being called to the green
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| Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, observe
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| Hails from the other side of the curb
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| Hold the concrete notepad
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| Scribble down my words in the limelight
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| This is what it’s like to bleed ink
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| Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
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| Make it beautiful and make it look like love
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| Make it hang from the heavens
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| Make it break my trust
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| Make it real, make it dangerous
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| Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch
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| It’s forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
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| When you understand it’s everything inside of you, it’s us
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| You’re all I’ve ever known
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| Sewn to my sleeve, you always got me running home
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| Handful of roses
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| You’re my blood and brittle bones
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| My soul, an open throne
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| You’re all I know
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| I’ve spoke a whisper in the dark one night
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| Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
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| It seemed natural especially watching it’s last breathe like poetry
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| Watch as it clung to it’s own chest with a smile
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| Made out of broken pieces of tile
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| You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles
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| If you want it, people say that old road is haunted
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| If you travel on it long enough you’ll never get off it
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| You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
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| Then you process automatically, think that you feel it
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| And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it
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| Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain
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| You will never beat the game it plays
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| You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
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| It’s forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
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| When you understand it’s everything inside of you, it’s us
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| You’re all I’ve ever known
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| Sewn to my sleeve, you always got me running home
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| Handful of roses
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| You’re my blood and brittle bones
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| My soul, an open throne
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| You’re all I know
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| You’re all I’ve ever known
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| Sewn to my sleeve, you always got me running home
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| Handful of roses
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| You’re my blood and brittle bones
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| My soul, an open throne
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| You’re all I know |