to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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It must be written that the moon elbowed the stars and said,
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let's do our best to make it hard for them
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Your house turned into paper cranes,
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we watched the wind blow them away
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Some sorry comfort I was then
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The weight of a mountain
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The skin off your knees
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From climbing back to me
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We can work this out
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I believe, although it seems impossible
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They turned our skeletons to wood,
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And scattered matches underfoot
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We must walk carefully in place
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The circles darken round our eyes
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And yet our bodies, when combined
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They gleam like diamonds in cave
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The weight of a mountain
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The skin off your knees
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From climbing back to me
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We can work this out
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I believe, although it seems impossible now
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Keep the world without
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Only the two of us count
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Two voices loud
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It is possible now
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Though they wore us down
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We'll find our way again
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Heloise gave her whole heart to Pete
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Now eternally sleeps by his side
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Oh, go ahead, fate, oh, give us your best
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What is worth living for is worth a fight
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Into the night
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We can work this out
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I believe, although it seems impossible now
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Oh without a doubt
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We'll work this out
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Yeah, they'll hurt us now
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On my knees, it makes me want to scream and shout
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Yeah, we'll work this out
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Just the two of us now
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Keep the world without
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
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The World Without
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| A Fine Frenzy |
