| Fire on the porch on a summer’s night
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| All of my things are there inside
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| Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher
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| I smell leaves and burning tires
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| Dogs in the meadows barking wild
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| Blackbird rise up, tell me what you have done
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| I’m not drunk and I’m not sad
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| There’s nothing inside that I want back
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| Let me touch your lips, let me see where you’re at Do you wonder how I am tonight
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| Then don’t lose time looking in my eyes
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| Not every tear means you’re gonna cry
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Comes a cold dark feeling
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| There is nothing but dust
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| in the layers I’m peeling
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Beats a rattling drum
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| comming up from the depths
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| Into the rays of the sun
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| Now, under crushing skies of grays
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| Paralyzed with phantom pains
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| Before this room became just a place
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| Where I just sleep through endless days
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| Spinning webs and carving names
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| Where thoughts break up, exploding in space
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| But I once crossed a quarter mile
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| Through black pools of razor wires
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| And cut through steel
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| with the edge of a file
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| While singing rhapsodies in stride
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| Hellbent and dignified
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| But my time has come
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| Who you fooling and why?
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Comes a cold dark feeling
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| There is eminent death
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| to the promise I’m keeping
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Comes an army of one
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| Marching back up the steps
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| Into the rays of the sun
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| Pale-faced and hollowed eyes
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| Buried under ruptured skies
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| Not every smile means I’m laughing inside
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| Two-faced and compromised
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| I’ve enraptured you with lies
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| Everything means nothing and tonight everything is mine
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Comes a cold dark feeling
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| I have buried so much
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| In the layers I’m peeling
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| A battle will come
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| Marching back up the steps
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| To the rays of the sun
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Comes a cold dark feeling
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| Wrapped around tight
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| With no sign of leaving
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| A ballad is sung
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| Through a whisper she comes
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| Into the rays of the sun |