| The hole in the floorboards
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| The cot near the front door
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| The moon was gone from sight
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| The world was dark as nightmares
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| You took all my fears and
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| You wrapped them in wonders
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| But there’s no magic inside the moon
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| It’s just a rock you can’t reach
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| I was never the sharp knife
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| But I was never the dull mind
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| I was somewhere in between
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| A thorn and acquiescent
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| So you said it was for me
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| When you tried to break me
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| Well you can save your breath
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| I know, I’m not the kind you pray for
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| Took a river of bad blood
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| But now I see where we came from
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| Can’t grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten
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| And you swore that it hurt you
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| While pushing your knife through
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| Well you can save your breath
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| I know, we’re not the kind you’ll pray for |