| I can feel my blood flow, under the tiles on the floor
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| Sweet reflection frozen, the broken screen door is
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| Sending static motion, formed in my gums to my teeth
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| This is my communion, the Bible failed me
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| The kitchen door is open, and I can tell
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| By the way you look around as if
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| Someone has come to find you and your
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| Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
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| Marking maps I’ll never own
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| A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
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| To seize and, seize and bend
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| I can feel the fire, behind the door to your room
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| Burst the channel open, and watch the salt move the
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| Bathroom sink is flooding, the blessed strength, blessed fume
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| Elemental bonding, formed from the same blue
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| The kitchen door is open
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| And I can tell by the way you look around as if
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| Someone has come to find you and your
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| Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
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| Marking maps I’ll never own
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| A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
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| To seize and, seize and bend
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| I can feel my footprints, form under yours in the dirt
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| Getting lost is easy, when every step burns I
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| Left the oven on and I left the door open wide
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| Ember feast upon what I’ve kept alive
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| The kitchen door is open
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| And I can tell by the way you look around as if
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| Someone has come to find you and your
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| Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
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| Marking maps I’ll never own
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| A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
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| To seize and, seize and bend |