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Breathe in the night / That crushed a tired sunrise / Born again the day / Brings young naivety

It’s twelve o’clock, and it’s a wonderful day / I know you hate me, but I’ll ask anyway / Won’t you come with me, to a place in a little town / The only way to get there’s to go straight down

When he was just a little boy / He only had one favourite toy / And he had nothing on his mind / He never left anything behind

Unsuspecting brother doesn’t know what to do / When everything just falls to the ground, ohh / He runs to find some cover, he doesn’t have a clue / That his friend will never be found

Maybe your luck has changedSettle downMaybe I’m just derangedAnd on the reboundMaybe love was the thingHolding me back from allMaybe I’m just the thingTo break my own fallTake the rope to my heart and fallYou may just be the last before youSee the black tangled heart fallMaybe departure’s goodMakes room for moreStart to mass produceFor a chance to ignoreMaybe you’ll kill yourselfBefore I get a turnMaybe I’ll fall in loveAnd never learnTake the rope to my heart and fallYou may just be the last before youSee the black tangled heart fallTake the rope to my heart and fallYou may just be the last before youSee the black tangled heart fall

In the sun we are found to be / Reflections of a sound / I know it’s been far too long in stormy weather / My arrested hope won’t choke forever

Could’ve been like before / Could’ve had to lock the door / Make your mind / Let the door, let the door swing

Those thieving birds / Hang strung from an empty nest / This swan plagued pond / Foresaken and under whelmed

Erupt again ignore the pill / And I won’t let it show / Sacrifice the tortures / Orchestral tear, cash-flow

Please, die, Ana / For as long as you’re here we’re not / You make the sound of laughter / And sharpened nails seem softer