Random little things keep taunting me,
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The rose left on my pillow after you leave.
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Favorites turn to monsters as the seasons turn around,
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I had no idea I could feel so upside down.
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Even now my mirror stands alone,
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She nestles closely now up to the sun.
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These visions do no good when they are badly drawn,
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So when this night is over I will leave at dawn.
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My story tells itself as I stand in front of you,
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My belly lies exposed for you to chew.
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Thunder came in hope to kiss the storm,
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Charming as he was I still said no,
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'Cause I have nothing but my fists to fight you with,
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But this flesh you see is stronger than the bone.
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I'm trying hard to sing to the fibers of a man who couldn't see two people holding hands.
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But night has come to pass,
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And what I've felt is gone,
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And when this night is over I will leave at dawn.
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Every cent of suffering I offer now to pay,
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If there is mercy, mercy come find me.
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Something lovely come alive and find me
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'Cause if you don't I might just have to find myself.
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Random little things were taunting me,
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But now I've got this precious gift from tragedy,
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A promise is a promise and I've made one.
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The horizon's moving toward me,
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I can see the sun.
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I can see the sun.
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At Dawn
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Sarah Fimm |