November 4, 2010
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Lock your doors
And shut off all the lights
Lather the floor with all your dented bullets
Because we all know you’re afraid of heights

Cancel all your dealings with the devil
Because the angels have betrayed you
Trade in your soul for a hell hole
The wound it leaves will never become infected
Because what is left to infect?

Stand out in the rain
And let the pain wash away with your tears
Absorb the lies and scars upon your hands
Sometimes why is better then what

I’m sorry I locked you out
After you left I threw the key through the hole you made
But you never came back
Your sympathy act was so good
Are you sure you weren’t paid?

Loosing grip on the wind
Is so difficult to believe

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