| Letters to Noelle
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| Marked up cardboard boxes fell
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| I fell with them
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| Crushed like them
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| I am
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| Letters to Noelle
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| Years of waiting, nothing fading
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| Emptied out my pen
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| Carved the rest into my hand
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| Letters to Noelle
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| Written from my darkest cell
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| Filling up my wishing well
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| Waiting on their return
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| But the driveway’s clear
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| You pray for silence
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| Step into my quiet violence
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| Do you see pictures in my words?
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| Standing still, I’m moving faster
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| Searching out my next disaster
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| You’re gonna get what you deserve
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| Letters to Noelle
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| I see them in a box inside a case
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| That she keeps locked up in a place
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| I’ll never be
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| Letters to Noelle
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| I emptied out my veins onto a page
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| Set to a scream you just can’t gauge
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| She cannot see what’s inside of me
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| But the driveway’s clear
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| You pray for silence
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| Step into my quiet violence
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| Do you see pictures in my words?
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| Standing still, I’m moving faster
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| Searching for my next disaster
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| You’re gonna get what you deserve
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| But the driveway’s clear
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| You pray for silence
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| Step into my quiet violence
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| She smiles, takin' off her shirt
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| Standing still, this world moves faster
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| On her back my next disaster
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| You’re gonna get what you deserve
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| But the driveway’s clear
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| You pray for silence
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| Step into my quiet violence
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| Do you see pictures in my words?
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| Standing still, I’m moving faster
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| Searching out my next disaster
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| You’re gonna get what you deserve
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| Letters to Noelle
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| Tied on ribbons in my brain
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| Obsession don’t give way to pain
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| I know that now
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| I know that now |