| Watch me read you
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| The turning pages of an epic
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| Dissected hallucinogenic
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| Black coffee addict
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| Life, ended lies
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| Cold on that metal tray
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| Wasting away
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| I watch him sneer at me
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| From beyond the grave
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| I hear him call for me
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| Watch me read you
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| I get scared when it falls dark
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| The creeping shadows up my arm
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| The sneaking scarecrows
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| Work their charm
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| But circumstantial
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| The way I blink when you get mad
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| Feel disarmed when you get sad
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| But turn to run when we fall back
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| On old behaviors
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| When the flavor turns from sweet to sour
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| That’s the hour that I seek
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| The heavy hearts
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| And tired retreats
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| With words of hatred
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| Watch it seep through skin
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| Like sap through bark
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| I cower in the dark
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| Til your return
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| When will I learn?
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| We never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| Breathing the smoke from others mouths and lying in the dirt
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| So make a promise but then later we can just forget
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| It’s hard to let your breath out when you’re used to holding it
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| She’ll go (ohh)
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| Got out through the window (ohh)
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| It’s her (ohh)
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| Maybe it’s a shadow (ohh)
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| You never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| But when you cry the light reflects and I see you again
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| «The beautiful colors of the people’s faces…»
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| «…and the way they sat on top of those necks»
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| Watch me read you
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| Like words ripped right off the page
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| Another ghost, another day
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| Of melancholy, UV rays
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| And heavy eyelids
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| You just decided not to care
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| Compressed your fears
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| And cut your hair
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| Lifted your shirt
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| To find there’s nothing there
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| Now read me:
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| Red wine, copper stained
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| With curly hair and crazy eyes
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| Impulsive mouth
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| She loves the rain
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| But not the dark
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| You feel insane
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| The overpass is wet with blood
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| She turns to you to say
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| «Hey. |
| We can’t exist»
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| And in that moment, it’s just bliss
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| It’s like you’ve missed
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| A thousand years and as you kiss
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| It’s like you drift
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| Between here and there
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| Between real and fake
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| As I hold my breath I can’t see your face
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| Watch me read me,
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| Read you, read them, read us:
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| Everyone’s a burning book on
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| Trust and lust and love and what we are and what we’re made of
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| We never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| Breathing the smoke from others mouths and lying in the dirt
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| So make a promise but then later we can just forget
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| It’s hard to let your breath out when your used to holding it
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| She’ll go (ohh)
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| Got out through the window (ohh)
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| It’s her (ohh)
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| Maybe it’s a shadow (ohh)
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| You never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| But when you cry the light reflects and I see you again
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| So don’t just see me
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| Oh surround me
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| It’s getting harder, babe, to focus on just one thing
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| It’s enigmatic
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| Truly astounding
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| The way we stand together
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| But we are still drifting
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| You are so absent
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| But you consume me
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| And when the sun goes down the night it wraps around me
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| You try to stand still
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| I can’t help moving
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| You’re like the moon that draws the tide that rushes through me
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| We never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| Breathing the smoke from others mouths and lying in the dirt
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| So make a promise but then later we can just forget
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| It’s hard to let your breath out when your used to holding it
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| She’ll go (ohh)
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| Got out through the window (ohh)
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| It’s her (ohh)
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| Maybe it’s a shadow (ohh)
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| You never wanted to be more than just a silhouette
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| But when you cry the light reflects and I see you again
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| (Ohh)
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| I see you again
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| (Ohh)
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| I watch you read me
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| The burning pages of my life
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| Reduced to ash and overnight
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| I find my body
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| Is not mine |