Every word that spills forth from your lips
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Is staine with the memory of every word you said
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And every move you made
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Your're bleeding as your breathing
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Slowly choking on the blood
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As it fills your lungs
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Your lips are turning blue
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Your papercuts are weeping gently
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Soaking through the sleeve
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Have you dressed them like they're real?
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Every word that spills forth from your lips
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Is staine with the memory of every word you said
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And every move you made
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A handshake as we're leaving and a nod to say
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Goodnight won't help you to suture
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Every wound you made
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Do you sometimes think as I do: Always loud
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Always loud, but never truly clear: Until tonight
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Maybe you're
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Just a chardonnay
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Casualty
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A Pox, A Plague, A Poison
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Stories And Comets |