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In a simple way you know me, bad blood
Do not recognize the struggle
Quickly come to torch your mind, quickly come to
It was catatonic sounds, my love,
Nothing coming here to cut you
Reach over and try to pry your hand from mine
So dry your eyes and speak to me
Compose yourself and speak to me
There's so much more to say to me
But we hold things so secretly
You will come to learn to love me
I promise for a long, long, long, long time
We'll spend counting our crimes
I pushed the side of misery
While you were dying to set me free
Oh we're the most peculiar things
We take ourselves so seriously

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from Peace of Mind, released September 23, 2014

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