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There’s a flower pushing up
Through a crack in the sidewalk
It spoke to me saying now
Don’t you ever give up
So I picked it for a friend
Who was thinking about the end
And it saved her from a fate
That was harder than her first date
There’s a one-armed kid
Playing at the piano
His minimal style
Made the blood in my veins glow
I couldn’t see this all before
When I was OK
But now this tumor in my head
Makes me smarter everyday
There’s a family of four
Without a house to call a home
But they pray everyday
And suddenly there was one
And a mother with another
Soul to recover
Her daughter steps up and says
I’ll love you like my brother
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What do you have?
04:21
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I’ve always wanted... a trip to hell
To bring you back
And break the spell
I’ve always wanted... a trip to hell
If that’s where you are
Then I’ll go there
With you.....
Because I love you
Love is much stronger, than you and I
Don’t shed a tear
Now don’t you cry
Cause, I’ve always wanted... a trip to hell
And tell the souls
That they don’t have to be dead
Because I la la la love you
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I'm so happy
I'm so happy
Feeling great most of the time
I step out into sunlight
Feeling great most of the time
I step out into sunlight
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1,2,3,4,5,6,7
We’re all good children, we all go to heaven
Today, no mistake.
Use your eyes and use your mind
It’s there for you to use in time
Your brain, it contains.
Let me wrap my arms around you
I can protect you from the lie
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
Kiss your cheek
At the end of the week
Hold my hand
Until you understand
Little soul, little soul, little soul in hand.
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Drop dead
A drop in the bucket
Wish I had a nickel for every lie
No smiles
No sense of humor
I’d rather leave you in the sun to fry
You swore
Hand on the Bible
Tell the truth about what you sold
They prayed, prayed for the day
All the people hoped and prayed
You should listen to yourself
I should have known better
To trust you then
Dark clouds
Damp in the hallway
Head is burning with thoughts of no
And I prayed, prayed for some rain
So all the pain would be washed away
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Falling through the ice
Landing in this town
This is the place where I fell down
Hitting my head hard on the ground
I take my first big breath
Like choking on the rarest meat
I’ve got to keep my head above danger
Heavy boots on my feet
I hear a song I’ve heard before
I hear a song that I’ve heard before
It keeps me safe in a foreign world
It keeps me driving driving to the hole
I will breathe again. I will breathe again
I hear a song I’ve heard before
I hear a song I’ve heard before
It keeps me safe in this foreign world
It keeps me driving driving to the hole
Falling through the ice
I’ve gotta gotta get moving out
This is the place where I fell down
Hitting my head hard on the ground
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You're a waste
Of precious breath
I can't understand it
Can't understand it
I went to the priest and I knelt down and said it
I went to the priest and I knelt down and read it
I went to the priest, I confess, I confess it
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Life is full
Dark and grey
But you can't be saved
Because you like it that way
Now open up and accept the cure
Take comfort and know
There's an open door
Cause love's the test
It's in everything you do
But you never found it
And it kind of depresses you
Do it for you
Do it with grace
Take the first step
The rest will fall in place
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