Shamed the mouth that brought good life
Succeeded in possession
While you fake to be contrite
I sit from the moon
to contemplate or re-create
I love it here I think i'll Stay
thank God I'm free at last
Roll it up, call it a day, take the edge off
The war you made filled your lungs with toxic air
Caught you with empty hands
The box by your bed holds your future plans
Oh, the trouble you'll stand defending it until the end
You're the key, You Lost the World
Clouds soaring in your hand
You still make me feel dead
Finish what you started and mark it
This the day that you lost it
B-SIDE TRINKET
Paint me a house
Silver linings on my blouse
I'll be there
On top of the trees where the weather is fair
Where the sea ends and the morning seems to bend
Paint me a house up in the sky i'll be waiting to fly

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