| Every day I spend my time drinking wine, feeling fine…
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| Waiting here to find the sign that I can understand, yes, I am
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| In the days between the hours, ivory towers
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| Bloody flowers push their hands into the air…
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| I don’t care if I ever know, there I go
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| Don’t push your love too far
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| Your wounds won’t leave a scar
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| Right now is where you are…
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| In a broken dream!
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| Did someone bow their head?
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| Did someone break the bread?
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| Good people are in bed before nine o’clock
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| On the pad before my eyes, paper cries, telling lies
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| The promises you gave from the grave of a broken heart…
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| Hmmm…
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| Every day I spend my time drinking wine, feeling fine…
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| Waiting here to find the sign that I can understand, yes, I am
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| Oooooh!
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| I sit here in my lonely room…
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| Don’t push your love too far
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| You know your wounds won’t even leave a scar
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| Right now is where you are…
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| In a broken dream!
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| And don’t forget what I said?
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| Hoooooo!
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| Ivory towers…
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| Bloody flowers |