recover from the tragedies of life
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superstition, a scar you've left to show
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opinions are shot down
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wishes will no longer be made
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mistakes reveal those forgotten memories
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drying up into the tears you've never shown
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a soul shatters, falling towards your bed for tears, lining up one by one
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whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard
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eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters
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escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun
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six chances now to break away,
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your wish to be forgotten has already been made
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recover from tragic memories,
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a broken promise is all you have to hold in your hands
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as the tears you've never shown rain down into your pool of gold
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Heaven And A Gun
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| In Pieces |
