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Thursday, June 12th, 2008
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3:06p
Fly high young angel your wings wont get you anywhere
Their coming undone tonight
I've thrown the moon into the sun
I'm coughing blood but still I run
You own the prints that made me bleed
This is the way i'll tell the world all about you
I hold the noose, you tied the knot
I found a message in the static
A secret thats worth keeping
The vapors fill your lungs as I'm stuck grounded by metaphor
This quiver reins the literal ones
Let's see how well you breathe six feet under
We were never good at making amends
We just made mistakes
We made mistakes so well and i got a feeling like a scythe lodged in my head
The words that still haunt me brought me back from the dead
Hold your breath and be scared for the first time
I've fought so hard
I'm not looking back
Just to severe the line
i'm never turning back and as you fly I realize
I don't want you back
I've shown the world i can reach the sun and you're still bounded by the ground
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