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

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

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

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

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

The hour has come for
I'm storming the down
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 down
I'm storming the down

The of the Vineyard
Less talk, more
If we could push off the sick conversation one more
I would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the
Have I soiled your
There's soil on gown, like sangria
Cleanses the
Our hearts are choking on the grime
As the big waltzes on
Your 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
scratch and bite until...

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

my skin....