By your heart strings I'm hanging from a dream,
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Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze.
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Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up, no more.
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Tip toeing along a strand of your hair suspended between,
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These thoughts and actions miles above reality.
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Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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[Background:]
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.
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Opening up, opening up, opening up, opening up.
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Look at the scars, You open me up, open me up.
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Smother a heart, Opening up, opening up.
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Look at the Scars, You open me up, opening up, open me up
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The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness
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| HIM |
