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Pillow Of Your Bones
The embers of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
A waning hand on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stone
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling...
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling
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Until the tide comes crawling
And you will find no lie can hide
I will wander through your open mind
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Make my bed under the eye
Throw my pillow on the fire
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling...
I will lay across the stone
On a pillow of your bones
Like a lie without the pain
Like a painted fever in recoil
Colorful and falling from your mouth
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
A waning hand on silver granite ways
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Make my bed under the eye
Throw my pillow on the fire
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
I will lay across the stones
On a pillow of your bones
Like a lie without the pain
Like a painted fever in recoil
Colorful and falling from your mouth
And hanging on the rising of my low
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
The embers of the saint inside of you
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| PPillow OOf YYour BBones |
| illow f our ones |
| iPllow fO oYur oBnes |
| 0illow kf gour vones |
| 0Pillow kOf gYour vBones |
| P0illow Okf Ygour Bvones |
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| lillow 9f hour gones |
| lPillow 9Of hYour gBones |
| Plillow O9f Yhour Bgones |
| oillow 0f 6our nones |
| oPillow 0Of 6Your nBones |
| Poillow O0f Y6our Bnones |
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| Piillow lf uour hones |
| Pllow lOf uYour hBones |
| Plilow Olf Yuour Bhones |
| Pjllow if 7our Boones |
| Pjillow iOf 7Your Bnes |
| Pijllow Oif Y7our Bnoes |
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| P9llow Off jour Bknes |
| P9illow O jYour Bkones |
| Pi9llow Of Yjour Boknes |
| Plllow Oc tour B9nes |
| Ocf tYour B9ones |
| Pilllow Ofc Ytour Bo9nes |
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| Pollow Or Yoour B0nes |
| Orf Yur B0ones |
| Piollow Ofr Yuor Bo0nes |
| Pkllow Og Ykur Blnes |
| Pkillow Ogf Ykour Blones |
| Pikllow Ofg Yokur Bolnes |
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| P8llow Ot Y9ur Bines |
| P8illow Otf Y9our Biones |
| Pi8llow Oft Yo9ur Boines |
| Pullow Ov Y0ur Bonnes |
| Puillow Ovf Y0our Boes |
| Piullow Ofv Yo0ur Boens |
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| Od Ylur Bomes |
| Pilow Odf Ylour Bomnes |
| Pillow Ofd Yolur Bonmes |
| Piklow Yiur Bohes |
| Yiour Bohnes |
| Pilklow Yoiur Bonhes |
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| Piolow Youur Bojes |
| Yor Bojnes |
| Pilolow Yoru Bonjes |
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