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[skoldfc3s]

If I gave you pretty enough words,
could you paint a picture of us that works?
An emphasis on function, rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I would carry you, on broken back and blown out knees, I have been where you are for awhile ...
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream, all the stars right out of the sky?
And, destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die.
I am exhumed, just a little less human, and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed, just a little less human, and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed, just a little less human, and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed, just a little less human, and so much more.
After all these images of pain,
have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar,
I'm with you, you're not alone ...
Then I'll show you that place, in my chest where my heart, still tries to beat, it still tries to beat.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream, all the stars right out of the sky?
And, destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die.
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