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Holly Miranda The Magician S Private Library

and broken glass Past the bridges and smoke stacks You look like what I might lack Open up your head, there's something missing And who's got nothing

me and they All know where I fall short I hope this makes it past The discontent in your heart This love does no one justice I think it's a broken compass

I've watched you walk so many times Of all the years that made us blind Why you, why you let it all Be like some prison in your mind? It doesn't need

How do I let go? I can feel it in my joints It aches and creaks and there's no point In growing old Oh, this life I've made on my own It's lonely with

don't care There's no place I want to wake up But beside you All your million, billion Tiny, little kisses all fill me Make me shiny And sleep like your bed's

lips That made me feel sane? Curl yourself around my frame Our canvas is still one that's blank Curl yourself around my frame Our canvas is still one that's

t care There's no place I want to wake up But beside you And all your million billion Tiny little kisses all fill me up Make me shiny And sleep like your bed's

With the sun in her eyes and clouds And they say You would never let me go Never let me go Never let me I hope you find one that's so sweet Hold on tight

Catching clocks and broken glass Past the bridges and smoke stacks You look like what I might lack Open up your head there's something missing Who's