Scattered seeds and breaking storms
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Wont make a decent lie for you
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Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs
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Step by step and I don't need this
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I don't need to be saved
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Five steps away from this cliff top
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And birds sing their praises
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To this weary world that haunts my weary soul
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There are monsters here
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And dont you scream it makes no sense,
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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There are monsters here
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And dont you scream it makes no sense,
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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In every despair I'll find you standing there,
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Waiting With the bitter taste of envy on your sleeve
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Because tonight is our night,
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And I don't want this
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No, so wont you let me go
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There are monsters here
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And dont you scream it makes no sense,
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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There are monsters here
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And dont you scream it makes no sense,
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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And every animal will find itself a home
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Every man and woman
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Well, they'll just lose control
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And we can make ourselves believe
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That I don't want this that I don't need this
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No, I have this to myself
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There are monsters here
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And dont you scream it makes no sense,
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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In every despair
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I'll find you standing there
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It makes no sense,
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It makes no sense at all
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sense at all
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sense at all
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Monsters
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Funeral For A Friend |