| That smoke, it moves just like sweet velvet
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| It lures me in till I’m drinking to kill the pain
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| Trying to stay out of a fight but the liquor, it won’t let me
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| The only thing it’s killing now is me
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| Your darkest eyes and pale skin are always on me
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| Black fingernail polish is chipping off again
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| On my mind just like a death threat or maybe death wish
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| Kill me anytime I’m ready for it
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| No one else was ever half this beautiful
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| No two hearts were ever half what ours was whole, whole
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| Desperate like the rain on your midnight window sill
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| You said I love you and I know that’s what you meant
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| I know that’s what you meant
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| There’s a Holy Grail of a simple life led somewhere
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| In the blankets of trees between you and Tennessee
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| St. Peter’s in a river running out to Homer’s sea
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| Where the leaves can break your heart
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| And the waves might wash me clean
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| No one else was ever half this beautiful
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| No two hearts were ever half what ours was whole, whole
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| Desperate like the rain on your midnight window sill
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| You said I love you and I know that’s what you meant
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| Hey, I know that’s what you meant |