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

I've driving past your house
Been pounding at door
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 dew... kissed them

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

Stumbled over to house
I'll sneak in the 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 hour is
I can't it this time
I can't 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 storming the walls
I'm storming the walls
Before this night's done, the wounds be gone
I'm storming the down
I'm the walls down

The of the Vineyard
talk, more dancing
If we could off the sick conversation one more night
I would
My have gathered the dust of the vineyard
I soiled your gown?
There's on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the
Our hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band on
stranded eyes whisper...

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

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

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

my skin....