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Cold-blooded angels in blankets of ash |
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Alone in the southern pines |
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There's a place in the garden |
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Where nothing will grow |
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But I could stay forever |
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Where I lay every night on the forest's floor |
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Asleep with both eyes open |
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'Cause I need that bitter hand |
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That struck me blind |
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To keep my eyes from closing |
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Pale as the rose or the shadow it throws |
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Over earth and sky |
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If the rocks in my pocket |
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Were cinder and stone |
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I'd owe it all to nothing |
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Wasted years on an empty road |
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Where flies buzz around my head |
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Now I miss the bitter hand |
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That cut me down |
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All the way to nothing |
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Wasted years on an empty road |
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Where flies buzz around my head |
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If the dust in my pocket |
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Was silver or gold |
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I'd spend it all on nothing |
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There's something waiting at the door |
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I hear it breathing |
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I follow even though I'm sure |
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I should be leading |
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There's something waiting at the door |
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I see it bleeding |
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Every time I ask for more |
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I can't believe it |
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All I need was hanging 'round the door |
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I'm not sleeping anymore |
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'Cause I remember every single word |
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Every little thing I can't forget |
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Cold-blooded angels |
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Stop staring at the sky |
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We all pay a terrible price |
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When we learn to fly |
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And if I could forget you |
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Oh, how hard I tried |
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Please, somebody tell me |
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How the hell did I survive? |
