Her pain is the fog he inhale
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Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale
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Just another night with a sad different song
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Heard from somewhere now she sings along
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Turn the car-key, back out through the driveway
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He sees her face when he closes his eyes
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She still believe the lies
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Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone
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Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown
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And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song
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She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong
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She still believes the lies
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When you see yourself you're seeing red
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And it makes you blind
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You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight
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You wait for something to break the mold
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And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes
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You must be bleeding under your eyelids
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One tear in the sink, swallow the next one
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Now out of sight but not really gone
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I put the key in the door don't want to walk through
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Hang the handle for a second or two
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And as the door opens I can feel your sadness from across the room
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And now for your beauty I'm lost for words
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When you see yourself you're seeing red
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And it makes you blind
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You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight
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You wait for something to break the mold
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And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes
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You must be bleedin under your eyelids
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Wait for something to break the mold
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Before your eyes grows old and cold
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Keep your ears close to the ground
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Don't move until you hear a sound
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You Must Be Bleeding Under Your Eyelids
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