Breathing in the dark, lying on its ____
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The ruins of the day painted with a ____
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to ____
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The feelings start to rot, one wink at a ____
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Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to ____
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go ____
When you get out of bed, don't end up ____
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark ____
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Picking through the cards, knowing what's ____
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The carvings on the face say they find it ____
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And the engine's failed again, all limits of ____
The humor's not the same, coming from ____
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Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds ____
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go ____
If you get out of bed and find me standing all ____
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark ____
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I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds ____
You know that if it ____, it doesn't go away
If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all ____
Horrified on the stage, my little dark ____
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Giddy with delight, seeing what's to ____
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The image of the dead, dead ends in my ____
Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their ____
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the ____
Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark ____
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds ____
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go ____
If you get out of bed and find me standing all ____
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark ____
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All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age
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