hey amy, look at your destruction
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taking form in reds and whites
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to get us through the night
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well so long i've got bridges in ruin to rebuild
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because amy never misses a target that's shivering
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and he said, "I've got a few things figured out
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we all get lonely for her now and need her sometimes"
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yeah, well i've almost got her figured out
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i'm still longing for her now, i need her sometimes
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sometimes she holds a dim complexion
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the colors left are reds and whites in her swollen eyes
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it's been so long since she's been my obsession
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but amy always finds her own way to get through to me
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scorch the meadows we often found ourselves in
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we'll paint them black and gray
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with trembling hands we open knives and open ourselves
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under the blue light as we become another shade
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"I've got a few things figured out
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we all get lonely for her now and need her sometimes"
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yeah, well i've almost got her figured out
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i'm still longing for her now, i need her sometimes
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scorch the meadows we often found ourselves in
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we'll paint them black and gray
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with trembling hands we open knives and open ourselves
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under the blue light as we become another shade
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Amy Never Misses
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| A Small Victory |
