The Fine Art Of Falling Apart Lyrics

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Well I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
Baby there ain't enough room in this world
For people like you and
Horrors like me

A time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee
At night she would fly into the city
And sting the cars
And sting the cost
And she would hover over me
Whispering

We're surfacing
And so we sing

Well I stand alone and
I fight alone and I
Stay clean by feeling cheap
And baby there ain't enough room in this world For perfections like you
And monsters like me

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel inert
And you'll go looking to blame somebody
You see I used to think I'd get over everything
But everything just got over me

I'm some of it
You're some of it
We're some of it
I'm certain of it

Well I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
That's all right by me
See baby there ain't enough room in this world
For a great, great many things

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