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Cadd9 D Eminor
step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the
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contrast of white on white.
Cadd9 D Eminor
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view of the crumbling
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difference between wrong and right.
Cadd9 D
I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where
Eminor
I dont know.
Cadd9 D Eminor
mariah says shes dying, through the door i hear her crying why, i dont know.
Cadd9 D
'round here, we always stand up straight.
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