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Breathing in the dark,
Lying on its side,
The ruins of the day
Painted with a scar,
And the more I straighten out,
The less it wants to try,
The feelings start to rot
One wink at a time.
Oh,
Forgiving who you are
For what you stand to gain,
Just know that if you hide,
It doesn't go away.
When you get out of bed,
Don't end up stranded,
Horrified with each stone
On the stage,
My little dark age.
Picking through the cards,
Knowing what's nearby,
The carvings on the face
Say they find it hard,
And the engine's failed again,
All limits of disguise,
The humor's not the same
Coming from denial.
Oh,
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
I know that if you hide,
It doesn't go away.
If you get out of bed
And find me standing all alone
Open-eyed,
Burn the page,
My little dark age.
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
You know that if it hides,
It doesn't go away.
If I get out of bed,
You'll see me standing all alone
Horrified
On the stage,
My little dark age.
Giddy with delight,
Seeing what's to come,
The image of the dead,
Dead ends in my mind.
Policemen swear to god,
Love's seeping from the guns,
I know my friends and I
Would probably turn and run.
If you get out of bed,
Come find us heading for the bridge,
Bring a stone,
All the rage,
My little dark age.
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
You know that if it hides,
It doesn't go away.
If I get out of bed,
You'll see me standing all alone
Horrified
On the stage,
My little dark age.
All alone,
Open-eyed,
Burn the page,
My little dark age.
Lying on its side,
The ruins of the day
Painted with a scar,
And the more I straighten out,
The less it wants to try,
The feelings start to rot
One wink at a time.
Oh,
Forgiving who you are
For what you stand to gain,
Just know that if you hide,
It doesn't go away.
When you get out of bed,
Don't end up stranded,
Horrified with each stone
On the stage,
My little dark age.
Picking through the cards,
Knowing what's nearby,
The carvings on the face
Say they find it hard,
And the engine's failed again,
All limits of disguise,
The humor's not the same
Coming from denial.
Oh,
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
I know that if you hide,
It doesn't go away.
If you get out of bed
And find me standing all alone
Open-eyed,
Burn the page,
My little dark age.
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
You know that if it hides,
It doesn't go away.
If I get out of bed,
You'll see me standing all alone
Horrified
On the stage,
My little dark age.
Giddy with delight,
Seeing what's to come,
The image of the dead,
Dead ends in my mind.
Policemen swear to god,
Love's seeping from the guns,
I know my friends and I
Would probably turn and run.
If you get out of bed,
Come find us heading for the bridge,
Bring a stone,
All the rage,
My little dark age.
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
You know that if it hides,
It doesn't go away.
If I get out of bed,
You'll see me standing all alone
Horrified
On the stage,
My little dark age.
All alone,
Open-eyed,
Burn the page,
My little dark age.
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