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My life is like a wound |
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I scratch so I can bleed |
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Regurgitate my words, |
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I write so I can feed |
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And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest |
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Its roots are at my feet |
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I walk so it won't rest |
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Oh, Baby I am Lost...Oh, Baby I am Lost... |
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I try to push the colors through a prism back to white |
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To sync our different pulses into a blinding light |
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And if love is not the key. If love is not a key. |
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I hope that I can find a place where it could be |
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I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question |
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That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked |
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And if that tree had not drunk my tears |
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I would have bled and cried for all the years |
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That I alone have let them pass |
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Oh, Baby I am yours...Oh, Baby I am yours... |
