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(Instrumental)
The sky she asks for rain, and clouds they start to blend to one. And words they seem to move the sun. So often we are buried by the truth. We sit
Random little things keep taunting me, The rose left on my pillow after you leave. Favorites turn to monsters as the seasons turn around, I had no
Full of this stuff, just waiting for a sign. Watching the years I am watching? the flowers die. The spider within holding on by string, Still I'm
I remember our day at the Bombay Cafe, when I found out love ain't enough. An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna
So a red paper bag broke my heart today No one knows that it came form your hands The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right The red
What can you do when the poison in your veins starts to rot? Pounding doors? They are whores when yourself is all you've got. <a href="http://www
Mr. Cripple man, do you still feel your hands? The light you never fill, she's waiting by the door. While atoms play around, you sit here to obstruct
Bad men, I sing the song Valhalla's where I'm waiting. I watch with loving eyes from far away, It's where I need you. In my lullabies of sorrow you
I fashioned this ribbon from my own velvet tears. I melted these flowers just to make you a ring. Adorned with this madness, you scream in the dark.
Please come in the back door, Close it behind you, I won't ever tell them you're here. Me? I like the trapdoors, the keeping of a secret. Your affinity
