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Passed out in yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a
Like a drone
All my are numb

I've been driving past house
pounding at your door
I know I'm a peon to you
But I more
arrogance

My hearts are on the sleeves of my scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed

on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken
plans on napkins
A sketch of angel wings under your bed
My

Stumbled to your house
sneak in the back door
I I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time the hour is spent
And my is spent
I can't it this time
I can't afford time
I can't afford this
I afford it...

The hour has for retribution
I'm storming the walls
I'm storming the down
The hour has come for
I'm storming the down
I'm storming the walls
Before this night's done, the wounds be gone
I'm storming the walls
I'm storming the down

The Dirt of the
talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick one more night
I surely
My shoes have gathered the of the vineyard
Have I soiled your
There's soil on your gown, like
Cleanses the
Our clogged are choking on the grime
As the big waltzes on
Your eyes whisper...

"The is out.
I can her on your velvet hands."
The is out --
are we stuck in the again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The starving
Such lips
Would choke on all grime
I've found some dirt my nails
scratch and bite until...

The is out
but sangria under my skin
The is out --
I I'd never wash these hands again

my skin....