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Breathe deeply and count to three.
Exhale slowly and find the world a little easier with me.
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“Stay with me,” he begged in the final storm of Autumn regret.
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What would you say to me if you could still speak? Would you caress away the tears on my reddened cheek?
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I returned to the scene of the crime today And I had convinced myself that I had pushed the memory
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You were there for the lack of privacy
For my soul out on display, MISPORTRAYED!…
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And your nails carved up my weakened spine
And you ripped my wings off and handed them to me
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Standing in the rose bushes, you brave the thorns And they slice into your legs but you don’t notice
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with her final breath
she swore her love to the stars
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You're the demon in my head; The hatred in my bed
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I don’t want to be sober enough to think this through I can remember the days I forgot to remember you
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I return and knock lightly after another disappearance I stand in the rain hoping he’ll open up for an overdue kiss
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the lie is in your eyes the pictures show me that this love isn't right
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you scream at me in a whisper so your lies are unclear
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Forget me And all that you see
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baby's gonna draw tonight since the whole world is worthless
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I'm on the search again for strawberry wine Oh, sweet nostalgia, don't break me
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"It's all over now," She whispers in a forgotten lullaby
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i'll bet you remember that night i died... you said, "bye bye baby angel,
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In the darkest night sky, I see a rainbow shining a little too bright
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Ignorance is bliss So let's not focus on this
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I’m standing under a scalding stream At three o’clock in the morning
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I have no interest in visiting the graveyard of your past. I don’t need to see the epitaphs explaining why your love won’t last.
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I don’t think about you – ever. Even when I’m writing songs about smashing
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I'm walking through your graveyard And I am tempted by nature's scars
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sleeping pills and broken glass. red berries scattered and smashed.
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starving artists paint
murals on psychiatric ward walls
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Kiss Me Goodbye Sierra Harman
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But still your essence lingers,
Faint, like a bouquet only recently thrown away.
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We all want to talk to God. And I want to know,
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