| The violet lining of a thunder cloud
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| The smell of it as the rain pours down
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| It gathers bits of brokeness
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| Shards of glass, leaves and sticks
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| Like a ringing bell like a jewelled fist
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| Like souls i know and what they confess
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| There’s a beauty in this
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| While crying for better i’ve been spared the worst
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| Never dealt with more than existential thirst
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| A one up, a pot shot, a gimme gimme all you’ve got
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| How can i be shocked when the shark bites
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| I’ve been swimming with steak in my pockets all my life
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| People kill each other i can understand it
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| Just spend 3 hours stuck in a mall or traffic
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| Neurotics getting worshipped while the heroes work the Fields
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| The shadow of the glamour trumps the magic of the real
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| Oh it’s getting murky down here
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| Where is the beauty?
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| That was just a question and this is just a song
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| In a big old world full of folks done wrong
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| Brave hopes, big dreams and failed attempts
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| But sometimes a promise does get kept
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| And there is beauty in this
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| Absolute beauty |