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Lyrics:
I met a shell of a mountain that knew she was finished
Claimed she grew up from a grain of sand
With every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer
To the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
She made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
Counted weeks like she should have counted days
And swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
And turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways
And this was the beginning, the start of the ending
You can't die from a broken heart
But from the time the sun rose
To the space where it fell away
She would love, and it wouldn't take part
And every every day she would echo echo
In every single way she should let go let go
But it had her in its sights, Cupid's icy arrows
So, well, so what?
So she caught everyone with her heart like it was her duty
And walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan
She was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty
Until that glacier froze over the land
And so she blamed herself, hated her wealth
She was born at too young of an age
And every night her dreams were touched by witches' fingers
Until her heart was caged
With every morning spent not caring if she cares or not
Sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot
Burying herself alive, she scrapes the hole that it left open
Empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken
All broken, that mountain was all broken
Now I can see that her blood's red and she’s got feelings
And they always get spilled both without thinking
Oh without thinking, oh without thinking
Oh without thinking
Now I can see that her blood's red and she’s got feelings
And they always get spilled both without thinking
Oh without thinking, they weren't thinking
Oh without thinking
Now I can see that your blood's red and you've got feelings
And they always get spilled both without thinking
Oh without thinking, I wasn't thinking
Oh without thinking
Now I can see that our blood's red and we've got feelings
And we always spill them both without thinking
Oh without thinking, what were we thinking?
Oh we weren't thinking, what were we thinking?
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