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everything inside me seems to be white and bright and gleaming
You can take the dirtiest and paint them white
I wanted to stay that pure so everyone could come inside and turn to gold and turn love

but we can burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds
and let the smallest things come in pretend they are right

I would let myself go blind, would let myself go deaf
be a cripple in your sight, to keep you in my chest
o, to keep you in my chest

you have marched around walls seven times with trumpet calls but they don't fall, no, they won't even budge at all
you can't get much closer to me when you're already inside of me you don't leave, you don't

we can burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds
and let the smallest things come in and pretend they are right
when you don't leave much, but you don't stay much, it seems like it is right

I would let myself go blind, would let myself go deaf
be a cripple in your sight to keep you in my chest
o, to keep you in my chest

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from The Collection EP, track released September 24, 2011

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Indie-pop from Saxapahaw, NC. New single, "Won't Stop Yet" is out now

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