| Don’t worry bout my broken heart
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| Worry bout my broken heart
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| Incense and bibles
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| I’m running down the crystal lakes
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| My patience on the pavements
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| Pour my lament out in porcelain
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| Crowd my thoughts with love
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| Don’t worry bout my broken heart
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| In my chest, wherein my best
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| Colors bleed out all of my fragile parts
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| You wanna fight the craze
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| I wanna rise to lift this weight
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| Whatever price I pay
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| Life falls better in the blue-ness of your poor bed
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| Lie my forehead
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| Let my sweetness ride around your waist
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| And fault lines into goldmines
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| Where your blood shines cause the earth to quake
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| I’m seeing crazy, revelations
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| I’m singing lazy, incantations
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| I’m seeing your face, in my chalice
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| I’m singing your praise, in my palace
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| (Sweetness ride around your waist)
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| Don’t worry bout my broken heart
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| Worry bout my broken heart
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| Calling to you
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| Wasting all my good intentions
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| It’s alright to falter from these heights
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| Don’t know what you do
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| I’m chasing all my lost inventions
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| Can’t make this right as I’m floating through these heights |