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Sixpence None The Richer Sixpence None The Richer

Questions flew and words were hurled into the air and when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun to

Deep inside the darkest night is drinking in the light from pinholes pricked, holy needles knicked in a canopy of white I'm alone, I'm alone and

Like a million parachutes the snow's coming down I lock up the front door and turn the lights down in the glow of the street lights, I see them descend

It's every day I'm in this place I feel this way I feel the same it's every day I'm in this place I feel this way I feel the same is it all inside my

My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains. My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog. My thoughts swirl like willow branches

These things which I so often wonder this need to create myself frustration forgotten through slumber it's there when I wake, defeated before I rise

There is freedom within, there is freedom without try to catch the deluge in a paper cup there's a battle ahead, many battles are lost but you'll never

Eyes wide open all the time just like a drug store in the city where she walks the streets alone time keeps ticking it's an ocean through a sieve ever

Drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation in a spell walking away from the fire that keeps my heart from turning ice