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Did you expect it all to stop
at the wave of your hand?
Like the suns just gonna drop
if it’s night you demand.
Well, in the dark were just air
so the house might dissolve.
once were gone, who’s is gonna care
if we were ever here at all?
Well, summers gonna come
it’s gonna cloud our eyes again.

no need to focus
when there’s nothing that’s worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood
in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved
in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
but now you can’t even recall
any names, faces, or lines.
Its more the feeling of it [D2(5577)]all.
Well, winter is going to end and
I’m gonna clean these veins again.
So close to dying that I finally can
start living.

Bright Eyes
the center of the world
standard
mark sheary

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At the center of the world there’s a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise, it scattered easy in her hand

It came to rest upon a beach with a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out so that we could disappear
Into the endlessness of blue into the horror of the truth
See, we are far less than we knew, yeah, we are far less than we knew

But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands
The men cut marble to mark our graves

Said we’ll need something to

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remind us of
All the sweetness that has passed through us
The priests dressed children for a choir
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun

In the middle of the day when you drive home to your place


Long after night has come to claim any light that still remains
In the corner of the frame

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that you put around her face

Two pills just weren’t enough
The alarm clock’s going off but you’re not waking up
This isnt happening happening happening happening happening
It is

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