| I’m writing cliché poems for a lonely tune
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| But I’m not ready to show how I really feel
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| I spend my days with crows and my nights are blue
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| Every part of my body wants to be in tune
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| Maybe it all can be forgotten
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| Maybe it took the best of me
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| That’s all I’ve ever known
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| I kind of took a storm and made a hurricane
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| Pretty little heart bang
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| I got rid of it
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| A silly metaphor tried to ruin my dream
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| One more needle in my voodoo doll it seems
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| Maybe it’s all in the abundance
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| Maybe it’s stuck inside of me
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| I don’t want to be always the fugitive
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| I don’t want to go sorry for everything
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| As hard as it can be I must face my worst enemy
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| I don’t want you to pity me
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| While I kiss the crows goodnight
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| I’m going coast to coast to find a lonely beach
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| Every wave is like a slap on my tender skin
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| The sun is terrible it does not fit me
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| I’m a lady porcelain molded perfectly
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| And when it all comes down in pieces
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| I am the only mending me
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| I’ve had to bend the rules
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| Nobody cares but me
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| I don’t want to be always the fugitive
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| I don’t want to go sorry for everything
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| As hard as it can be I must face my worst enemy
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| I don’t want you to pity me
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| While I kiss the crows goodnight
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| I should have never turned the pages
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| But logic is no friend of mine, don’t think before I act
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| Failure is a fact
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| But only one thing leaves me breathless
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| A vampire gazing at the sun
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| Ashes turned to dust
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| How I’d wish to join you there
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| When darkness greets the sun
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| At the blink of dawn
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| I don’t want to be
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| I don’t want to go
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| I don’t want to be always the fugitive
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| I don’t want to go sorry for everything
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| As hard as it can be I must face my worst enemy
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| I don’t want you to pity me
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| While I kiss the crows goodnight |