I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held
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no appeal
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I've been to places, I've seen the tidings,
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I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
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And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
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And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn
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So when I'm crying alone
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Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
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Grow me a garden of roses
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Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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Teach me to speak with their voices
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Show me the way and I'll try again
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I've heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need, behold
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the demons that I freed
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I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat, but healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the
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seed
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And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I'd forlorn
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For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn
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So when I'm crying alone
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Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
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Grow me a garden of roses
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Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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Teach me to speak with their voices
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Show me the way and I'll try again
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Without you I'm nothing at all
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And life has the face of a morbid game
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With you nothing seems impossible
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It all seems to fit the frame
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So when I'm crying alone
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Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
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Grow me a garden of roses
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Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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Teach me to speak with their voices
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Show me the way and I'll try again
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Roses
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Poets Of The Fall |