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Alone on the edge of something. Surround me a simple shell, you. In the forest frozen people. Dumbfound me, you found me I feel a shoot, I feel a thunderbolt. Under my body. I feel shoot, I feel
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And so they say, Lord, for everything a reason. For every ending a new beginning. Oh so they say, baby, for everything a reason. And so they say, baby, for everything a reason. And those who loved bef
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Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear. Here is so dull and gray after the April snow has cleared. I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets this time of year I saw you in my mind, I co
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Read between smoking silhouettes. Did not catch sight of you yet Oh, why is it so unkind? Silver morning brings something to fight. Into the frame of its idiot night. It keeps me inside I wait all
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I stole into the eyes of a boy singing the blues. Hair jet black, he'd stars for shoes. Smoked his cigarette 'cos his lips had touched it and I found out soon. He sure knew how to use a hotel room
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Sun said it's gonna shine on, down into my window. It's gonna light my room just right. Gonna shine and make the pain go They go running from the rain in case it turn to thunder. I ripped out the r
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Sit tight, it's your version of alive. You keep your molecules inside. I know you know desire is not so polite Take a quick breath, do you feel what's inside? Restraint is the frame you found. But
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Windowsill, Paris, France. Cast a shadow of this chance. Hanging over Gare Du Nord. Like I never asked for more. Statues on the building tops Stooping for the fire we got. Heart's new incantation
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Too many ghosts reside behind this window. I could dig it out but I don't. Hear the beginning of morning song. Tripping lightly from night's tongue City lights fade below me. Black wings spread ov
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Something ripped me open. From my little death woken. The fading rhythm of a lifeline. Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim. Skirting the rim of reality. Skirting the rim. Love, don't
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I took a plane to the west coast. To learn how to be someone else. Ended up in the desert. Sending postcards to myself. So many bodies on a washing line. All trying to taste success. I lost my s
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From the glittering tail to the constant moan. It hooked me in, put a magnet in my bones. Here I come again, city lights. Looking for something big on the inside I'm ready to confess. I'm ready to
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It's how you know you're alive. Earths gravity lies. Up in that head of fire. And some madness. Will it drive you along. Your collision track. 'Til the skin pulled across your bone. Comes crawl
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Can you honestly expect me to take you seriously. When you've put nothing on the line at all?. When you say you cant believe in believing. Are you setting yourself up to fall? And I will not wait f
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