I've cut off the curls
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I shaved half my face
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Became half the man you asked to replace.
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I'm willing to save you
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You said you're worth saving
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But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving
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Stand in the mirror
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That's me beside you
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The one with the smile, the one who abides you.
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Don't mind the madman
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The killer, the lover
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He's slowly fading one into the other.
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Where is that white picket fence
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That I painted myself in the late days of April?
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Where are the daffodil mountians?
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I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
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You say that you're happy
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Well you should know better
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I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
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That some lover tore off you
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That left you both shaking
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That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken
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Where is that white picket fence
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That I painted myself in the late days of April?
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Where are the daffodil mountians?
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I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
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Don't fear I will save you
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Don't shout you'll awaken
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The corpse in the desert staked out beside you
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I cut off his wing
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And shaved half his face
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But I thought that I saw his eyes...move
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White Picket Fence
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Five For Fighting |