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I'm reading over your shoulder
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It says it in every line
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In every curve and crack
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It says it in every detail of your face
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Unmistakably apparent in this dull light
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Tracing a separate letter and forming a separate word
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Twisting together
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To build the same beautiful sentence
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The same painful realization
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The cracks in your lips
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Open with the book
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And the smile shows the lines in your face
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Perfectly crooked
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And perfectly familiar
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The cracks in your lips
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Open with the book
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And the smile shows the lines in your face
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Perfectly crooked
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And perfectly familiar
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And by the moment
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Uncovered like a statue
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Lay perfectly still
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To show the cracks in your lips
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Give purpose to this pattern and start to smile
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Burst into flames, disappear
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Before your best intentions
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Can no longer hide her ears
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From that which will make them bleed
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Or your own two hands become too weak
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To hold the blood inside the wounds
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Or reality explodes before you
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In a brilliant flash of spectral fire
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To a thousand fragments of a past
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Long dead and gone
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This is remembering the last time we touched
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The last time we spoke
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Words ricocheting off empty tables
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Vandalizing the pictures on these smoke-stained walls
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And I can feel your mouth
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As it opens from across the room
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Your tongue and lips, forming the shape of your laughter
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It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
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It's the remnants of pages framed in the cracks of your bleeding lips
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It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
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Your crooked teeth
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Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
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Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
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Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
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I'm reading over your shoulder
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It says it in every line
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In every curve and crack
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The same stupid message in every stupid bend
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In every stupid stitch
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In every inch of our peeling skin
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It's tracing the letters in the same sentence
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It's screaming the same stupid thing
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Like the howling of a plane
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Playing over and over and over and over and over
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And over and over and over and over and over...;
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__________________________
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Name See You In Vancouver
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Vancouver
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