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Passed out in yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning
My just a bruise, like walking in a coma
a battered drone
All my limbs are

I've been driving your house
Been at your door
I I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve
Than

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

Drunk on Day
pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on
A sketch of angel wings under your bed
My

Stumbled to your house
I'll sneak in the back
I know 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 afford it this time
I afford this time
I can't this time
I afford it...

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

The of the Vineyard
Less talk, more
If we could push off the sick conversation one night
I surely
My have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your
There's soil on your gown, like
the heart
Our hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band on
stranded eyes whisper...

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

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

The is out
but burns under my skin
The is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands

my skin....