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Bright Eyes There Is No Beginning To The Story

There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud If I could take them down off of that

like someone else But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is And it's nothing

: there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud if i could take them down off of

someone else But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is And it's nothing that

the kitchen is cold but the coffee is warm and the suns coming up the day has just begun and your already bored. bored of cheering me up bored of calming

was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align. There

Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the

attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell Afraid to

valley of the dollar, we rejoice For plastic is the currency of choice And beauty born is strictly for the birds Your cash is fine but credit is preferred