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    with fists raised high in tightened knots
    the room explodes and now this blood is on your hands
    and there is no time for a second chance
    to paint my face with blood and tears and cover up
    in an open book that no one reads
    a misspelled word that no one knows
    you stole the rain
    and then you turned around and tore my life in two
    just like the picture
    that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share
    so fold me up
    and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart
    you think its getting smaller?
    its been that way for quite some time now
    the cadence beats down on the tar
    it sounds the same as your fists raining down
    (if you wanted to change the way i look at you...)
    we've go to leave before the sun sets
    or maybe we don't have time
    time to waste
    it won't be long until you're gone into the night
    (if you wanted to change the way i look at you...)
    you won't have time to paint my face with cover-up

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