I'm throwing rocks at a glass house and building castles out of sand
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I bit off more than I can chew but it's you I'm always after
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I'm digging up a shallow grave and picking you out the flowers
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I'm not good enough for this but I'm attracted to disaster
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What happens to us when the glass breaks into pieces
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Our bloody wounds will keep us slipping from each other
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The Sunday storm will blow the sand into the ocean
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But our regrets will keep us anchored to the floor
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I tried to paint a broken house and build the castles out of dirt
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I took on more than I could cure but it's you I'm always after
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I tried to read between the lines and buy books about somebody else I'm not
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Good enough for this
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What happens to us when the glass breaks into pieces
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Our bloody wounds will keep us slipping from each other
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The Sunday storm will blow the sand into the ocean
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But our regrets will keep us anchored to the floor
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Sending messages to outer space
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Without a final destination
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The high tide is closing in
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Coming to wash it all away
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Sandcastle
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Letters Burning |