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entrances
00:36
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pour your life into my head
all your sad endings
the words will be cut from you
no matter what you say
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five hundred days enduring the splinters
a crescent eye transferring its weakness
the simple dark envelops the body
your fickle will bestowed on the homely
the southern girls will sing you their language
and pour their poison transfixed by the damage
they'll walk upon the moon that you're calling
your phantom pain imposed by the hunger
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come by and tie words to ends
convalescent evenings
spending days as your interest
bending shades forever
and all your deaths haunt the world
spinning sick into it
your heart was weakened
by the house you live in
and flowers that spring from your head
yielding to it
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mickey you're a fuck up
heaven has a a voice
i know that you're not like
all the other boys
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired
mickey you´re a fuck up
tied down to your deathbed
i know you´re afraid of
all the secrets in your head
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired of you
i'm so tired
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no relief for my rotten evil heart
nobody to sell it to at all
no master to crack the whip at me
no friend to step in between
pull the world through your tinted eyes
stray into the graveyard of your life
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hosts
03:12
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pour what is left into my mind
cut my hair kill my time
because
below the sun there's only hosts to all the sad
and all the life that you pull through is all you have
to miss
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know you can count on me
know you can count on me
know you can count on me
to get so up for it
know you can count on me
know you can count on me
know you can count on me¨
to get so up for it
know you can count on me
I'll be so up for it
know at least I'll try
who are you if I'm not up for it
when are you if I'm not up for it
want to put a bubble round you
like a force field switch
keep you secured just a little bit
but I know a secret child is just
a silly trick
who grows up to lose that force field switch
in between a hands on and hands off
apprenticeship
where are you if I'm not up for it
I'll get so up for it
know you can count on me
know you can count on me
know you can count on me
yo get so up for it
know you can count on me
I'll get so up for it
know at least I'll try
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barbara allen
02:14
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twas in the merry month of may
when flowers were a blooming
sweet william on his deathbed lay
for his love of barbara allen
he sent his servant to the town
to the place were she dwelling
saying come come to my master dear
if your name be barbara allen
so slowly slowly she got up
and slowly she went nigh him
but all she said when she got here
young man i think youre dying
he turned his pale face to the wall
and death was in him welling
farewell farewell my kind friends all
be good to barbara allen
as she was walking through the fields
she heard those deathbells tolling
and every toll it seemed to say
hard hearted barbara allen
mother mother go and make my bed
and make it long and narrow
sweet william died for me today
ill die for him tomorrow
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