When sober is your new drug
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I'll be that little cut festering
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Beneath your clothes
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do blood and tears make you feel less alone?
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in the garden where you sleep
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did you hear the statues crying out your name
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I walk dead dragging my hand against
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buildings as I pass
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soaking up red and green from the envy that I feed
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turn the picture frames down
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and you can cross out each face's eyes
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no one lives here
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they just leave, cheat, steal, or die
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Your skin pale as snow in dead of winter
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pressed against my lips
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She said her heart for me would beat forever
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how soon you forget
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I tried to plant a seed where nothing would grow
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this has all grown so old
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And a memory of a summer scene
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has faded in the cold
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My head against your chest
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your foot tapping against the ground
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To fill the absence of sound in a room without heat
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and void of a heartbeat, you're void of a heartbeat
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I just burned down the source of a thousand emotions
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wasted on you never again I'll think of...
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"Miss Attention, May I Introduce Mr. Naive?"
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| Coretta Scott |
