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Passed out in yard
My clothes were soaking in the rain
My head's a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered
All my limbs are

I've driving past your house
Been pounding at your
I know I'm just a to you
But I deserve
Than

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
Scribbling on napkins
A of broken angel wings under your bed
My

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

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

The of the Vineyard
talk, more dancing
If we push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely
My shoes have gathered the dust of the
Have I soiled gown?
There's soil on gown, like sangria
Cleanses the
Our clogged hearts are on the grime
As the big band on
stranded eyes whisper...

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

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The lips
virgin lips
Would choke on all this
I've found some dirt under my
I'll scratch and until...

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

my skin....