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She never shows her hand, she's trying to mend the fence
We walked in Montreal, she dropped her camera bag
I wonder when and how we'll ever meet again
With a broken lens it's always such a drag; I'm such a drag
Cause I'm so lonely here with you
The sounds of raindrops on the roof
Cause I'm so lonely here with you
Here with you
Into the spirit world and searching for some truth
Lighting candles, talking to the Ouija board
I got a dollar but I lost another tooth
I see your smile but I can't hear you no more
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Splitting the categories take time to redraw the lines
Bags are packed, snuck out early, absent from June to July
Pulling the thread towards me finding new ways to keep me in mind
Until I fall away again
Like a shiver down the spine
What kind of game are you playing
Is there one where we’re flying?
Sitting high shy of the top, a floor below the penthouse
A quieter mood for conversation all of my enemies come around
Elavil vial left open letting our consciousness wade out
Will they fall away again?
And send shivers down my spine
What kind of game are they playing?
Is there one where we’re dying
I can’t help myself
Here, please, serve yourself
Dining room table is set
But we’re missing out
Stricken match is lit
Candles start to drip
We’re wishing aloud
I can’t help myself
Here, please, suit yourself
Banquet table is set
But we’re reaching out
Murmurs start to drift
Curtain starts to lift
We’re singing aloud
I can’t help myself
Here, now, calm yourself
Patio table is set
But we’re looking out
Sunbeams start to shift
Lions lick their lips
We’re screaming aloud
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Blank Sun - Undying Love
03:34
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Well you’re still the kinda man who’s
Trying still looking
Maybe what you’re looking for
Is deeper inside yeah
The more the look
You’ll find
You’re better off living without
All of these stains
On our brain
Making a mess of us every day
When you’re feeling hurt and you’re
Sad and lonely know you’re not alone
You’re just like me
All your holding onto these
Chains of suffering
Weren’t we meant
To get free
All of these stains
On our brain
Making a mess of us every day
And you keep on taking life on the chin
And you feel like you can never ever win
Well I don’t know
What the future holds
We all know it’s
Getting close
Before you know it
Before it shows itself
Before I feel it
It has already been
All of these stains
On our brain
Making a mess of us every day
And you keep on taking life on the chin
And you feel like you can never ever win
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