| Oh, it’s you again
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| Your angel feathers and your bloodstains
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| I can disregard these flighty notions and your silly grin
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| This time what I stitch is mine
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| And what I mend is just a hand hold
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| Take notice it’s the last time…
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| A better company — than being alone
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| Look what you’re faced to find
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| You’re gonna get it in your own sweet time
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| There’s no easy way — you make mistakes
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| And pay that’s just the way it’s done
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| It’s just a shock… I know you will feel it Oh, it’s here again
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| Shovel under the tight rope
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| It’s not where the worries begin
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| But how you learn to leave it alone
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| No. It’s not where the worries began
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| When it falls. |
| When it comes down
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| … It makes you hollow
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| You might not… wanna be around
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| … It’s just the way things are
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| When it shines. |
| When it shines down…
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| … into the shadows
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| Everything lost get found
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| … it’s enough to show you who you are
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| Stop thinking about something
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| That’s nothing like the way things are
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| Truth has a motive
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| Regardless of what you want |