A crow fell into the garden Bleeding in the grass Alice said "For Ted Hughes they held his grief for Silvia Plath"
You put on a brave face Then time to go inside I sleep in the room above And you were howling through the night
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I walk into your bedroom And you are lying on your back I'm thinking Staring at the ceiling Counting all the cracks
The window's closed but we still hear what's outside Is it just a dying bird, or do you take it as a sign?
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When you're breathing you'll find meaning in anything if you try Sometimes the kindest thing to do is let it die Your father thought he saw God, but it was headlights from a car Just because he's a sociopath, it doesn't mean you are
Could've swarn I heard the water, running in the bath Half expecting to see you and your shadow in the frosted glass Helicopter sirens and the walls are oh-so-thin I guess now that we're older we should just hold it in
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When you're breathing you'll find meaning in anything if you try Sometimes the kindest thing to do is let it die Your father thought he saw God, but it was headlights from a car Just because he's a sociopath, it doesn't mean you are
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