Lyrics:
to love again
Oh, tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust, but our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
learn to love again
Oh, tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust, but our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got
my eyes
One foot in, one out, I'm stuck on the borderline
Which way will I?
Tears never arrive, these ducts are dry
We are so blind waiting
soul is safe from harm
So when the tear ducts swell and my strength has gone
I will still believe when His name I call
He will rescue me for dusk
never stopped
You're still written in the scars on my heart
Your not broken just bent and we can learn to love again
Oh tears ducts and rust
I'll
Clog my tear ducts
And peak my interest
And my false sense of cool
My tear duct clogged
My left eye broken
Medicate with warm compress
Extract hardened tears
Sue me, sue me, sue me, all you want
I won't, I
I'm just tired of counting bodies
Is this mausoleum tardy
Let's just paint you a pretty face
Flies dip tongues into tear ducts
In toothpicks
bed
You don't seem so tall
And I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
And my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
And I make
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things got
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point, his tear ducts ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad
room
With my voice
I am calling you
With my voice
I am calling you
You're an African doctor harvesting tear ducts
You believe in God, but you
on our faces
Teardrops on my face like teardrops become waterfalls by the time they reach my laces
My eyelids is like levees but my tear ducts is like
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things
bed
You don't seem so tall
And I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
And my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
And I make
Rumbling like a freight train, tear ducts billowing steam
Impervious to logic, propelled by fallacies
Wanderer
Plagued by a thousand plights
Click, BOOM!, that's what I heard
Things crash
Listen up to what my soul conjures up
My tear ducts dry, can't cry, I conceal it
I die my index
Feeling better now Murdoc? I haven't heard you crying for a few hours.
My tear ducts dried up years ago. I watched The Notebook last night (Oh
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste
And your smoking gun
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
I can see the tears you cry
So why do my tear ducts run dry
I swear I promise that I try
Yeah I'm trying to get through
I promise that I care bout
Anyone with mother's eyes
I won't let my tear ducts open
Not on my first day
Stomach hurts it's not my tummy
I don't think it's cute or funny
Using words
Swollen tear ducts so bloated
Will float away like dew drops on the run
Flashbacks to this land of streetlights
And the city with all its broken charm
Here
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