| Oh start, send me grieves and before breathing
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| I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me
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| I was only one and we weren’t prepared for people screaming.
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| (I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me)
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| Know things look lovely to you
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| Holding back, now and forever sweetheart
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| Know things look lovely lonely boy
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| Holding for midnight and I deny
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| You were walking so peculiar like you had something to hide (still so deadly)
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| Sweet penance for a sound — it might explode in our hands
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| I’m falling in a brown pigmentation of
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| Where the element marked cut short, turned in and stopped
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| I’ve been watching rose giving in that’s when I started savoring the sound
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| I’ve been watching rose give in to it severing the ties between mother and son
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| Know things look lovely to you
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| Holding back, now and forever sweetheart
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| Know things look lovely lonely boy
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| Holding for midnight and I deny
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| You were walking so peculiar like you had something to hide (still so deadly)
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| Sweet penance for a sound — it might explode in our hands (it might explode)
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| Oh, I once saw many place the end, I promised the world and a dozen roses. |