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He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
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Light creeping into the coffin |
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Of these sleepy suburban homes |
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He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
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Bury myself in the front lawn |
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Hope he'll come dig up my bones |
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Streets here are cemeteries |
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They feel alive when they’re dead |
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He wakes up all of the skeletons |
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Every time I look at him |
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He reminds me beautiful things |
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Can come from something ugly |
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Flowers grow amongst the weeds |
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Good things have come from nothing |
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He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
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He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
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He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
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He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
