| And the solemn verse resounds…
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| Heavy lies the twisted crown
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| As it hovers above
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| The disgrace I’ve become
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| Like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin
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| Like a scar from a sore
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| Like a stain that’s set in
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| I wallow in what I could have been
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| Take me away
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| Away from this place
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| Come like a thief in the night
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| Be a rapture and take me away
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| From these sentiments turned sediment
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| From this crude cast of our intent
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| From the boulder we can’t set aside
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| Come like a thief in the night
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| Be my vision and take me away
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| With all the pigments that you’ve shed
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| (So pale and porous)
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| I’m the heir of empty breaths
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| Of sulfur and sweat
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| I’m the king of what could have been
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| I have wed my regret, she’s my blushing bride
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| Like an ache
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| Like a cramp I can’t lose
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| So I wallow in what I could have been
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| Be a fleeting glimpse
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| Of what could have been
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| That comes to me
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| Every now and again
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| And I’ll just pretend to carry on, carelessly
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| Your glimpses are ever fleeting
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| You’re the crutch on which I’m leaning
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| Come to me
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| Hold me up be my stilt, my splint
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| Be my brace, be mine
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| So I can carry on, carelessly |