| so look in my eyes,
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| what will you leave behind once you’ve gone?
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| so precious
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| you got what you came
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| for now i think its time to move on
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| when will you see
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| but these ghosts come alive like water
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| and wine and walk through these streets
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| singing songs and carrying signs
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| to them these streets belong
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| my atonement lasts the best part of eternity
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| ran out of hands to count to sin that breeds inside of me
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| not this hate but the loneliness has left me here into this mess of love
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| my hands are soaking in the blood of angels
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| on boken wings they collapsed
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| will i see the break of day
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| dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell
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| all these lost halos wash away
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| head hung from shame we bear a weight that brings me to a crawl
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| these years of longing to tell of decades of unanswered calls
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| for a change, cuz everyday we slip and fall
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| kicked while were down, our fists clench into ball
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| my hands are soaking in the blood of angels
|
| on broken wings they collapsed
|
| will i see the break of day
|
| dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell
|
| all these lost halos wash away
|
| so look in my eyes,
|
| what will you leave behind once you’ve gone?
|
| so precious
|
| you got what you came for now i think its time to move on
|
| when will you see
|
| but these ghosts come alive like water
|
| and wine and walk through these streets
|
| singing songs and carrying signs
|
| to them these streets belong |