It was a can of paint
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With an ironic name
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Black Magic shade
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Over the fireplace
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And you turned away
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As Sufjan sang
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Is there dignity in death
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If there isn't any hope left?
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But I know I tried to be
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What I thought you needed me to be
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But I was becomin' somethin' that would never be me
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I heard the mating call
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For everything that made us fall
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Out of the promised land
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With bags of contraband
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I'm stranded in the desert with my empty and wicked hands
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Just tryin' to find my way before I'm lost
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But I cannot keep livin' with the memory
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Of all the heartbreak I swore that I forgot
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And in the early light
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I find my enemy lines
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And I bend into the dream
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That today, I will make peace
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With that box of things
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That's still haunting me
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So I take it to the trash
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Throw it in and I don't look back
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'Cause I know there's more to me
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Than even I have seen
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So I get up and keep on fightin' in spite of me
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I hear the siren call
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For everything that makes me fall
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Far from the promised land
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Lookin' for heroin
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And I wake up in the mornin' with my ugly and wicked hands
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I just cannot bear the weight of all I've lost
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'Cause I cannot keep doin' all the same things
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And pretend like there will not be a cost
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But all this time, I thought it was a lost fight
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To get back everything, I left behind my
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Days of rage and shame
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I still don't understand
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God, help me hide my wicked hands
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God, help me hide my wicked hands
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God, help me hide my wicked hands
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God, help me hide my wicked hands
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