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Orange street lights below
a muddy, blood-red sky
Night's passion pronounced
to close doors, days from now
Listen to the words
that don't come from my mouth
Hate the noise of my voice
love the voice in my head
I control the puppet master
and my strings are dirty from walking
Spin the revolving doors compulsively
people will stop, and notice
Beg for deliverance from the darkness
which seems to always fall this time of year
Pull the knife out of your loves
and nurse them back to health
Know who wants to love
and those who can only love friendly
Short roots can't bare the load
of the thimble floods that run this route
No roads lead to paradise
only buzz words and interesting companions
You are a shipwreck of past glory
with treasures you refuse to relinquish
So make your own map
dig where " I " marks the spot
a muddy, blood-red sky
Night's passion pronounced
to close doors, days from now
Listen to the words
that don't come from my mouth
Hate the noise of my voice
love the voice in my head
I control the puppet master
and my strings are dirty from walking
Spin the revolving doors compulsively
people will stop, and notice
Beg for deliverance from the darkness
which seems to always fall this time of year
Pull the knife out of your loves
and nurse them back to health
Know who wants to love
and those who can only love friendly
Short roots can't bare the load
of the thimble floods that run this route
No roads lead to paradise
only buzz words and interesting companions
You are a shipwreck of past glory
with treasures you refuse to relinquish
So make your own map
dig where " I " marks the spot
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ah i love this.
the title is great too (:
the title is great too (: