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Your worn, beaten paths pushing counterfeits Where whiskey-stained sheets line the bed Spark fluorescent lights, the true cancer of night Holding clarity like a gun to your head And God damn you You ought to heed what I've said ’Cause honey we're the kids that God forgot Dead branches swept out in the wake And our torn velvet sky may leave us both blind If we look towards the hope it displays I've heard the call of the great after all And I’ve shivered in steady-drawn sights And the breaths that I took, well they'd leave us both shook I know your heart's as crooked as mine And God damn you There ain't a woman as fine And believe me, love Ah, it's almost good enough To hide in the scars that tatter your arms And shine like the trophies they are But all stars fade Cloaks fall from pain To love is to hate So count every footprint that leads back to me Baby, trace the jigsaw of our time And the cold that we've felt is an ice cube in hell To the warmth when our pieces align I know I f**k up like breathing, seems each day's a reason To burn every bridge that I've patched Give me one last leap of faith, I swear I’ll turn our page Fold dog ears and swallow the match And God damn you I’m gonna eat what I catch And I don't know Honey, what I don’t know But you're not the scars that tatter your arms Shine like the trophies they are All stars fade Cloaks fall from pain To love is to hate Say, to love is to hate And all meaning I find Is deaf, dumb, and blind Not you
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