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Lemon
They've clipped my wings again,
Tore them apart and then, left me
No use to fly away to my yesterday, of freedom
My eyes died back that day,
Seeing the hurt I may have done
Beat me instead of them,
Pain is my only zen, of fun
I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong,
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try
You still can't make me cry,
You've pinned this butterfly down
My fire's burning out,
Kill my flame without a frown
And starving hurts the soul,
When you're hungry for, some love
So if I close my eyes
I can really fly, above
And, I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong,
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try... try....
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong,
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try
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I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
There is no right to heal the wrong,
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
Blood on my hands to stay strong
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try... try....
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
There is no right to heal the wrong,
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
Blood on my hands to stay strong
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
I'll sleep as time goes by
Where roses unfold
And, I'll go where secrets are sold
I can really fly, above
So if I close my eyes
When you're hungry for, some love
And starving hurts the soul,
Kill my flame without a frown
My fire's burning out,
You've pinned this butterfly down
You still can't make me cry,
I can't throw up, I don't think I even wanna try
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
There is no right to heal the wrong,
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone, I don't belong
Blood on my hands to stay strong
So hurting here is where I belong, dreaming a song
I'll sleep as time goes by
Where roses unfold
I'll go where secrets are sold
Pain is my only zen, of fun
Beat me instead of them,
Seeing the hurt I may have done
My eyes died back that day,
No use to fly away to my yesterday, of freedom
Tore them apart and then, left me
They've clipped my wings again,
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