The Entire Time She was Counting my Faults

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Blame yourself! (Blame yourself!)
Cover us with vines.
O' when the dawn comes,
We will be the ones choking on boiled wine.

The wolves are howling to the dark,
And the dark cries back an even greater misery.

Can we take back all we said? All that we have done.
Can we take back all we destroyed? All we swore we'd overcome.

Your face is an image of a fake of a man
With Diamonds and Emeralds about your hands.
The entire she was counting my faults
The entire time you were in my pockets.

Can we take back all we said? All that we have done.
Can we take back all we destroyed? All we swore we'd overcome.

It's these discords that lead us here,
But it's this dagger I fear, that will end us all tonight.

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from The Aftermath of a Backwards Learning Curve, released January 1, 2010

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