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

I've been past your house
Been at your door
I know I'm just a to you
But I more
Than

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts over your lawn
And the morning dew... them

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

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

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

The of the Vineyard
talk, more dancing
If we could push off the conversation one more night
I would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the
Have I soiled your
There's soil on your gown, sangria
the heart
Our hearts are choking on the grime
As the big waltzes on
Your eyes whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on velvet hands."
The is out --
are we stuck in the motions

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

The is out
but sangria burns under my
The is out --
I thought I'd never wash these again

my skin....