And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
I'll grow old
And start acting my age
I'll be a brand new day
In a life that you hate
A crown of gold
A heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts a whole lot
But it's missed when it's gone
you are the smell before rain
you are the blood
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