| So your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms
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| And the breeze takes us deeper and further into the heart of a moment that is gone
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| And the scent of your heartache, baby, and the taste of your blood,
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| run within me And there are red flowers in your spit when you enter my mouth under the bed,
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| down on the floor
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| So take me under the floorboards; |
| I would love to feel like wood
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| Take me back to the retards; |
| cause the world just make me sick
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| There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground
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| How we’d love to fall more often
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| There’s a band in our cellar, baby, and they’re playing a song of the drunks in the street
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| And I can hear when they’re playing their love songs cause the kids in the yard
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| stop playing with their toys
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| So take me under the schoolyard, there are kids there who got lost
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| Their mouths all shouting asphalt and their bodies torn apart
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| There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground
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| I can sense a world of heartache,
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| but I love the sound
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| of your hair
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| when it falls down from the pillow late at night
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| On the brink of illusion, it’s the devil in my eyes
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| Waiting for the moment to kill me inside
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| How we’d love to die more often
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| So take my hands, love, there’s a burst inside our minds
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| Feel my hands, love, cause I’m numb from the neck down
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| And there is fire, love, on the balcony right here
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| I can see our bodies burn but sense no fear
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| And your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms
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| And everything matters for a second as we fall to the floor |