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Do you have what it takes to jump off a building? A cliff? To throw yourself out of the window to escape your fiery destruction is to be free.

Become the blue roof shining out from the fake tiles. Become the sore thumb.

What have you got to lose? All sheep are shorn in spring and a wolf will never go hungry here.

I am autumnal leaves falling from black skies. I am the rainwater dripping out of everything you own and ruining Mother's new carpet.

(My eyes are bleeding.)

Dreams are made of blindness and memories are made of this. The middle key of the piano will fall off first, you know. The root of trouble is half a sorrow and the other half is wanting it complete.

It's summer, honey, and I could use someone like you. Let me crown you triumphant and I will sew my heart onto your sleeve. It will hurt, but it will be sweet; bittersweet.

(The ink is bleeding.)

Description
Do you have what it takes to jump off a building? A cliff? To throw yourself out of the window to escape your fiery destruction is to be free.

Become the blue roof shining out from the fake tiles. Become the sore thumb.

What have you got to lose? All sheep are shorn in spring and a wolf will never go hungry here.

I am autumnal leaves falling from black skies. I am the rainwater dripping out of everything you own and ruining Mother's new carpet.

(My eyes are bleeding.)

Dreams are made of blindness and memories are made of this. The middle key of the piano will fall off first, you know. The root of trouble is half a sorrow and the other half is wanting it complete.

It's summer, honey, and I could use someone like you. Let me crown you triumphant and I will sew my heart onto your sleeve. It will hurt, but it will be sweet; bittersweet.

(The ink is bleeding.)