everything you think, i know
i draw the Death card every single day
(i just un-bury the rest of me)
everything you dream, i did
the Hanged Man's a pinata anyway
(the blood runs from the rest of me)
everything you feel, i feel
some brand new Lovers have nothing to say
(someone's still getting the best of me)
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