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Down here underneath the microscope |
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it's hard to cope. |
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don't hide your face in your hands |
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'cause if your eyes play tricks |
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it's outta my control. |
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it's gonna be a long cold winter. |
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the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child |
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if you don't love me, well, don't shove me |
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out into the dark |
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without a flashlight or a spark. |
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any stitches cling like bitches to my arms |
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for all my charms. |
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|
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it's gonna be a crooked little winter |
| [01:42.01] |
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the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child |
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she's walking home |
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to the devil's flowers. |
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the broken bones |
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of heavy hours. |
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we stayed out late |
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it's a lighthouse trait. |
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and we'll take our time |
