| Cut the air with your sharp razor smile
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| Fill the holes you’ve been digging for a while
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| Sweep the hair from your sand-dune yellow eyes
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| Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies
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| The angel on your window-sill is calling you
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| I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice
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| Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies
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| Arm the beast, with the knowledge of a man
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| Cut him loose, and try to catch him if you can
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| Skipping stones on the lack of memory
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| Skin and bones, what remains of you and me
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| The angel on your window-sill is calling you
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| I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice
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| Skin and bones, what remains of you and me
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| Some they wanna dance, some they wanna fight
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| Some they want to live it twice
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| And she says she’s here, but with her fairy eyes
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| But I got magic in the dice, I feel it every single day
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| (The angel on your window-sill is calling you)
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| (I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice)
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| (I was just thinking about nothing) |