And the solemn verse resounds¡¦
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Heavy lies the twisted crown
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As it hovers above
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The disgrace I¡¯ve become
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Like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin
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Like a scar from a sore
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Like a stain that¡¯s set in
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I wallow in what I could have been
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Take me away
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Away from this place
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Come like a thief in the night
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Be a rapture and take me away
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From these sentiments turned sediment
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From this crude cast of our intent
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From the boulder we can¡¯t set aside.
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Come like a thief in the night
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Be my vision and take me away
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With all the pigments that you¡¯ve shed
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(So pale and porous)
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I¡¯m the heir of empty breaths,
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Of sulfur and sweat,
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I¡¯m the king of what could have been
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I have wed my regret, she¡¯s my blushing bride
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Like an ache
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Like a cramp I can¡¯t lose
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So I wallow in what I could have been
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Be a fleeting glimpse
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Of what could have been
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That comes to me
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Every now and again
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And I¡¯ll just pretend to carry on, carelessly
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Your glimpses are ever fleeting
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You¡¯re the crutch on which I¡¯m leaning
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Come to me
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Hold me up be my stilt, my splint
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Be my brace, be mine
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So I can carry on, carelessly
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The Heir Of Empty Breath
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens |
