Your life painted before you
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Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves
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Her smile’s intoxicating
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So let me make a toast to revival
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I have enough on my chest to write a novel
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And that’s where it will stay until your ears are open for business
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So I can’t sell myself short this time
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A market full of used death beds
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The merchant smirks with a mouth filled with saw teeth
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You leave the store like your past, empty handed
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The needle in the hay stack lies buried in abhorrence
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Reverse the cycle
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Start with a courtship
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And end with the world
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Courtesy Bow
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| Winter Solstice |
