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Little Beirut Fear Of Heaven

Let the floodgates out. Go ahead and cry. I?ll pretend I?m sorry and you?re right Ashley, Adrienne, Kate and Clementine Left while we were turning a

Well, the fires are out and the lessons learned And the generals weep while the bodies burn And she cries all night over what you said Then it?s off

It?s not enough to be hard To upset your apple cart It?s not enough to be right To try and change your mind Rise up from your grave all night lying awake

Wake Up! Rattle your bones Armageddon on the phone Wake Up! You will or you won?t be Caught dead dying all alone No! Don?t run. Try and stay calm Armageddon

with the crooked crown Baby Mine Empty vessel the makes no sound Heaven help the girl No one can hurt you now Melting ice Only peace in the world I?ve found Heaven

Another Sunday morning selling sundials Another way to pass the time But the cherry blossoms were doing high-fives It was feeling like a crime You know