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a breath as heavy as a fall
from the top of our lungs
onto the ledge of a crumbling concrete wall
there's this fine line between heaven and hell
and the difference between the teller and the tale
a story in the mist of its misleading actors
with snake heads and forked tongues
black souls and black lungs with sore throats and calm hands
cold sweat and those dead friends
I rather watch you sink
'cause sand runs faster than you think
even if it's caught in a glass
it still rules you
lights on, minds off
tangled up in the curtains red
when the director pulls the rope
your turn the rope into a thread
your turn the bow into a fall
break through the stage no curtain calls
I am tangled up in you, you're tangled up in me
we're tangled up like fools, when we could be so free
what is it that you fear?
is it the same things that I'm going through?
is it our age that's haunting us, or do you
believe the time
will break us both in two
and time has no excuse
for the things it will do
stop complaining
shake up and shake free
and burn your burdens
with all your hopes and fears and dreams

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