The night bleeds day,
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with every breath I take
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reality brings,
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bright eyes, smooth skin.
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So what is left from this,
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a bottle of broken self.
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In a moment itĄŻll all be gone,
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til the next time when it all comes back.
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Come on,
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feed a lie,
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watch the birth,
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kiss the dirt.
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kiss it.
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Next time has come and gone,
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what will bring the end,
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a promise thrown into the night,
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or a little reminder.
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So what is left from this,
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a bottle of broken self.
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In a moment itĄŻll all be gone,
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til the next time when it all comes back.
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feed a lie,
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watch the birth,
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kiss the dirt.
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kiss it.
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Searching through these pieces,
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looking for your shadow.
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Getting closer all the time.
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Countless words,
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in a sea of explanation,
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flailing to grasp,
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a rock (to stand).
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Shoulda let you go
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Searching through these pieces,
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looking for your shadow.
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Getting closer all the time.
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feed a lie,
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watch the birth.
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kiss the dirt.
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Vacant
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| East West |
