There's a tear in the fabric.
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There's a knife on the floor.
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Persistant beats the heart that stained
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The dress inside the closet
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Where her body lay cold.
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There's no rhyme.
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There's no reason.
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For the seasons adore
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Of dreamers of the past crimes
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And of lovers have no lifelines.
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They resolve; they restore.
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If you knew the words,
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She had such fascinations
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With becoming a whore.
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So charming when you choke on your pride.
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It's so ugly it's not fair.
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In the middle of your throat described
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As the words wouldnt dare
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This feeling of being alive
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Reminds me of gasping for air.
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And stomaching living for her
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Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.
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There's no rhyme.
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There's no reason.
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For the seasons adore
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Of dreamers of the past crimes
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And of lovers have no lifelines.
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They resolve; they restore.
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'Cause you showed the world my infatuation.
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Now I'll show them you.
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This feeling of being alive
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Reminds me of gasping for air.
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And stomaching living for her
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Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.
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It's been a long time since these hands have grabbed your skin,
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And I've been dying for a way to get back here.
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It's been a long time coming
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for both of us have sinned,
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And I've been drinking with the ghost of your old friend.
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stain the floor where she was strained
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the vows that they exchanged
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as blood soaked hands exchanged
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refrain from lines and songs we sing
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as ugly rhythems hang
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her mouth that screamed my name
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Duet From The Dead
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| Anadivine |
