| There ain’t a black mark on top of my house
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| I’ve got a rainbow, it’s in my mouth
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| I was born to the freest wind
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| Take what was torn, I’ll learn how to mend
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| Don’t need a hospital, I ain’t broken
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| That impostor is dead and soaked
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| In the blood of an unholy thing
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| That’s alright, Ma
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| I’m still gonna sing with the angels
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| Watching for lions, whisper to crows
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| Looking for signs buried in the bones
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| Of the one, that all-in Lord
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| Son of the Dumb, King of the Scorned
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| But I’ve got a woman, her hands are gold
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| Carries the sun to me when I’m cold
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| And afraid of my gunfire brain
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| Forgive what I say, I never mean it anyway
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| Woo
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| I’m waiting to come alive
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| «Caught through the window,"sung it before
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| I don’t wanna sing any of that shit anymore
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| I’m a cloud filled up with rain
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| Sometimes, I storm and sometimes I just hang in the blue |