| Dead skin on the flesh of your halo
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| Drunk love on the breath of an angel
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| Time frozen in the ash from your blunt
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| And you breathe like you had life trapped in your lungs
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| And you wanted escape, and I wanted to take
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| Every thought from your mind and just throw it away
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| As I’ve watered you’ve grown
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| I’ve deflowered your soul
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| You a seed that I planted with a thought of a rose
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| And I thought I’d impose if I ever had the energy
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| And I would save somebody if I ever had the memory
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| I cleared up some space and invited you in
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| You were brown and I tried to make you violet again
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| And I brought out the sun and the violence of wind
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| And I tore off your thorns and they died in my skin
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| Yeah
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| And I watched you, become beautiful
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| It’s funny what the dirt does, when it’s suitable
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| I don’t mind being April’s fool
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| The flowers came when the rain made you
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| Honest hours having spent with few
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| But I’ll be April’s fool for you and
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| I’m April’s fool
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| And a rose grew from the concrete with a heartbeat
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| And I took you to the grass and made its bed
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| Then I bathed you in my love until it sprouted
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| And I’ll never get the thought out of my head
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| I’m April’s fool
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| Yo
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| Freeze frame cause the view is so cinematic
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| And the opening to you was so hemorrhagic
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| But my first mistake was thinkin it was easy
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| And that you’d love me if I really let you see me
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| Deep thoughts in the abyss of your brain cells
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| One shot to wherever your pain’s held
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| And it became something I’d never seen before
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| And now my heart too small to beat for anything but yours
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| Though my perception’s is varied as your shade change
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| And the burdens gettin heavier than weight gain
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| And we kept swallowing the sun until the shade came
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| And kept on knockin on the clouds until we made rain
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| All the flowers in the garden share the same range
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| And a rose by any color share the same name
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| But I love you in a way that will not cease
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| Cause you’re hideous in ways I cannot see
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| I don’t mind being April’s fool
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| The flowers came when the rain made you
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| Honest hours having spent with few
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| But I’ll be April’s fool for you and
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| I’m April’s fool
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| If we take the flowers stem and walk into the rainbow
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| Remember to water them and watch how quickly they grow
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| But as quick as clouds come in and drown them in the rain so
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| We can take the potters and anoint them with the same ho
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| And a rose grew from the concrete with a heartbeat
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| And I took you to the grass and made its bed
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| Then I bathed you in my love until you sprouted
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| And I’ll never get the thought out of my head
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| I’m April’s fool |