Brian Paone

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Breathing through the face of your breath (your breath)
Covering both of us in empty arms (empty arms)
Reaching out for what's already there (ready there)
Giving away what's not even here (even here)

Read like daggers you know they tried to kill me (tried to kill me)
Thoughts like weapons crushing on me (on me)
Now their threads will be sowing parts (sowing parts)
Touching past no life, crack the glass (crack the glass)

You picked up phone ringing
Silence on the other end
Quiet shell, call is done
Hands shaking, you have won
So this is how you died in whispers that you did not hear
And you can believe I'm okay
And you can stop this now
Empty shell parts are done
Picture's split, we have come

All the right parts, all the right parts, all these right parts

You picked up phone ringing
Silence on the other end
Quiet shell, call is done
Hands shaking, you have won
So this is how you died in whispers that you did not hear
And you can believe I'm okay
And you can stop this now
Empty shell parts are done
Picture's split, we have come

You picked up phone ringing
Silence on the other end
Quiet shell, call is done
Hands shaking, you have won
So this is how you died in whispers that you did not hear
And you can believe I'm okay
And you can stop this now
Empty shell parts are done
Picture's split, we have come

All the right parts, all the right parts, all these right parts

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