This time spent broken
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Holding out for sleep
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holding out for something special she says "god, we ruined special long ago"
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And there's gotta be something
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perpetuate the most intolerable of dreams thus far known
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The couch as the bloody scene
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My God if you hurt her, then you're talking to me
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In reverie, the shadows behind the stairs will cloth
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Our frailty like our skin will never have to be exposed
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Excuses why you never got out
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The bruises makeup would never cover
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A single regret, forceps and I guess that's it yeah
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But I was like you once
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never again
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The couch as the bloody scene
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and my God in heaven if you ever touch her again
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then you're talking to me
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Broken Mirror (Seven Years Bad Luck)
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Coretta Scott |