| The weight of days on me…
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| I am done
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| The corn is burning under my feet
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| The words like circles and
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| I’m waiting for someone to catch my fall
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| In the deepest void of all
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| Haven’t seen you in weeks
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| No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop
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| Loving touch I need
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| And I’m killing time by the lake
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| Diving off the cliff, many times
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| Scarring myself, colliding
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| On the lake bed so dry…
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| The world’s without virginity
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| And souls have no integrity
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| The Word of grave old danger — Love
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| It’s all I’m after, oh I am done…
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| The ground’s not shaking under my feet
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| The World’s not turning anymore
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| Wind is a thief, lonelier than me An it — does — not — want — me — in here…
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| Plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne
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| A flower so fatal, yet beautiful
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| Showed the Bee where to fly
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| And then let it die
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| The world’s without virginity
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| The souls have no integrity
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| The Word of grave old danger — Love
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| It’s all I’m after, oh I am done…
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| Bring me to recovery
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| Give it to me, I’m after tranquillity
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| I somehow lost my line of sight
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| Before I cast the final die…
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| Once planted plastic grapes,
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| The harvest of a lifetime,
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| Real bad wine
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| The sum of false virginity
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| And my lost integrity
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| The Word of grave old danger — Love
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| For you I’m after, oh I am done
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| The World without virginity
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| A soul with no integrity
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| The Word of grave old danger — Love
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| Bring me to recovery
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| Give it to me, I’m after tranquillity
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| I somehow lost my line of sight
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| Before I cast the final die…
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| Once planted plastic grapes,
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| The harvest of a lifetime,
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| Real bad wine
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| The ground is shaking under my feet
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| The World is turning,
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| And the
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| Wind has a friend in Misery,
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| But I know — she — only — loves — me… |