| I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished
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| Claimed she grew up from a grain of sand
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| With every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer
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| To the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
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| She made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
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| Counted weeks like she should of counted days
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| And swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
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| And turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways
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| And this was the beginning, the start of the ending
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| You can’t die from a broken heart
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| But from the time the sun rose
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| To the space where it fell away
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| She would love, and it wouldn’t take part
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| And every every day she would echo echo
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| In every single way she should let go let go But it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows
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| But so, so what
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| So she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty
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| It walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan
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| She was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty
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| Until that glacier froze over the land
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| And so she blamed herself hated her wealth
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| She was born at too young of an age
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| And every night her dreams were touched by witches fingers
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| Until her heart was caged.
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| With every morning spent not caring if she cares or not
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| Sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot
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| Burying herself alive she scrapes the hole that it left open
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| Empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken
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| All broken, that mountain was all broken
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| Now I can see that her
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| Her blood’s red and she’s got feelings
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| And they always get spilled both without thinking
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| Without thinking, without thinking,
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| Without thinking, I can see that her
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| Her blood’s red and she’s got feelings
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| And they always get spilled both without thinking
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| Without thinking, they weren’t thinking,
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| Without thinking, I can see that her
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| Her blood’s red and she’s got feelings
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| And they always get spilled both without thinking
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| Without thinking, I wasn’t thinking,
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| Without thinking, I can see that our
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| Our blood’s red and we got feelings
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| And we always spill both bloods without thinking
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| Without thinking, what were we thinking,
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| We weren’t thinking, what were we thinking of |