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I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished Claimed she grew up from a grain of sand But 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 But so, so what So she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty It 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, every night, every night 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 Her blood's red and she's got feelings And they always get spilled both without thinking Without thinking, without thinking Without thinking, I can see that her Her blood's red and she's got feelings And they always get spilled both without thinking Without thinking, they weren't thinking Without thinking, I can see that her Her blood's red and she's got feelings And they always get spilled both without thinking Without thinking, I wasn't thinking Without thinking, I can see that our Our blood's red and we got feelings And we always spill both bloods without thinking Without thinking, what were we thinking We weren't thinking, what were we thinking of
Writer(s): Christin Richard Nelson, Daniel Reuben Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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