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All around the room in a whirl You saw dancers catch fire when you were still a girl In a town that's built on the whispers of tattlers But yet to inspire a single a single dot in the Commonwealth atlas God only knows how these things ever start An empty plate in the place of a heart That finds it's way on a trail of crumbs And stains windowpanes on the prints of thumbs So go take rest Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest A far off sound Letras de cancionesBut to such delicate ears it must seem like there's a zoo burning down A nagging ache there must be some place better Searched through every library book down to the last letter Even Thornfield Manor sounds enticing With echoes down the hall and on the walls the heads of bison So go take rest Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest A schoolyard song And no one can blame you for getting it so horribly wrong The old saddlers breath that always smells of leather The café sign letters been faded forever Irrelevant facts from the history tester Snowed under the chalk dust of last semester Can't you see What it's done to your mother, what it's done to me? All their words Will shatter into pieces when I lock you in my arms again From Letras Mania