| You’ll be mine, get in my coffin
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| Give me a cross stitch on the wall, give me a garden
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| That grows forever always in bloom
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| Morning light and coffee cups; |
| Alchemy your bones & blood
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| An hour late for 27
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| I have known you in my head, shaking lips and nervous red
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| You see me die, you see me trying
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| Scrape my knees down to the bone, fall asleep while driving home We’re making
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| gold
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| But am I right? |
| To shift my gaze
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| To see us holding hands in June? |
| See me falling to you?
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| You’re the floodlight, I’m the asphalt
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| Morning light and coffee cups; |
| Alchemy your bones & blood
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| We’re making gold
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| In the back of my head
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| There’s a spaceship theres a skip in
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| Every step, I got stuck, tried to jump the wire fence
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| There’s more than one
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| More to come
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| More than anybody knows
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| And I’ve always felt I deserved less
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| We shut the blinds, tipped the scales
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| Hung from every picture rail
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| I read my script, from your palm
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| Wrote a million little songs
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| Each one a piece from the jigsaw
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| We were pictured on
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| And I always felt I deserved less, and I always felt I deserved less
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| I still feel I deserve less
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| So I won’t lie and you won’t hide
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| And if I split myself in two I’ll just come running home to you
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| We’re making gold |