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Red Red Wine

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  • 2013.05.20
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Deadest streets Ever seen, Deadest hearts And the cancer that grew in between Blackest flesh In our chests, Blackest nights And a dream's the only thing we have left And that's that ill fated day When it all fades to gray The skies just bawl And destroy us all But I've been where that's just fine And it's like that all the time It's dead as dirt And it thrives on hurt And they owe What they've built To our hearts And the spears of pain we're using as stilts We're looking 'round, We'll never find Perfect things And all this squinting is leaving us blind Futile days, Aging skin, And we watch As innocence is falling to sin 'Cause I've seen starts turn to ends, And seen the weakening of men And red wine hopes Go up in smoke And young eyes under the moon In midnight skies dark and blue Torn to tears And wasted years So pass the bottle old friend, We'll numb our hearts 'til the end And raise a toast To our sullen ghosts When the tears fall like leaves The losing team still believes "We've got a shot" In this pointless plot And the warmth Of a human mouth, It relates To the number of tales it's spewed out Plus our bones Are meant to break, They reform, The heart should follow suit for god's sake And our bones Mend and break, They reform, The heart should follow suit for God's sake You're a pure setting sun And the white moonlight hung In evergreens And winter scenes And young eyes under that moon In midnight skies dark and blue Are torn to tears And wasted years

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