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The Rise & Rise Of The Blackstar

from This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things by Get Set Go

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I can feel the sick
Collecting in my bones
The hours are shortening
And there is no one ever home.

There's sand in my shoes
I pour it out for days
The sand is black as night
and it glitters like the rain.

The angels gather round
tearing off their clothes
Never before have I wanted angels so.

And I'm holding on, yes I'm holding on so tightly
And I never want to let go.
Oh, I'm holding on so tightly
And the sun is shining brightly
And I wonder is this how it goes?

And the sky clears, and it's all cheers
As the stars sing with me.
And the band plays, oh, the band plays
And the crowds shout and scream.

Silent is the night
As brittle as old bones.
The fire is not warm
And there's no one ever home.

Crawling out the back
Through the window in my head
Someone says a word
And the heart beats blood again.


Written By: Mike TV

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from This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, released September 22, 2017

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