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Crimes of the Heart

de Waxahatchee

I got off at your stop, at my stock's sudden drop
I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate
I can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell
A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through, take a shortcut

And I could've called I suppose, I'm the thorn on your rose
I'm the emperor's new clothes and I make it look easier every time
If you'da left it to me, who knows where we would be
Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine

Survey my breaker like cheap wine
You let it in sometimes
A floodgate you can pantomime
You let it in sometimes

In every crime of the heart, you rip yourself apart
It's outsider art, provokes every emotion
And it may bewilder a few, it's an unpleasant view
You're an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end

You play the villain like a violin
It comes from within
Darkness you can befriend
It comes from within

It's a dead end, don't overextend
Hail the darkness you can befriend

It's a dead end, don't overextend
Hail the darkness you can befriend

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