It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
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It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
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A moment in seperation the foreground don't seem so bright
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These angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light.
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Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
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Unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever
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Dead and broken and I'm backwards turned to love
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My heart in a box I send to you
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for a sky held up by stars
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Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
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Unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever
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It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
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Your varying degress of grayness tugging the deepest of heartstrings.
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Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
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Unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever
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Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue
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I'll unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever.
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Insincerity As An Artform
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| Further Seems Forever |
