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Temper temper darling
The truth is in the cross talk
And the months are growing distant

Cities found below the sea have sunk below the traffic's hum
And this mountain range is singing
AND EVERYBODY'S SINGING ALONG

Now,

Sunsets paint a vivid image
On the horizon and we're all present
To make way, make way for the streetlight show

Private dancers make this ballet seem so mundane
I've let you slip through my fingers yet again
There's paste along the seems of your picture
AS I TEAR THEM FROM THE FRAMES I PAINTED!!!

Tempers flare in the morning before the alarm even gets a chance
But baby,
Baby I'm not calling the shots because this bedroom has been empty
FOR SO LONG!

Sentimental gifts seem more like forgery and sin
And this mirror, it's leaking out every word I never could find the time to spend
I'm cashing you in
I'm cashing you in

I will always miss the vindictions
But the fights were so unclear
Princess, may the road bring you everywhere but here

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