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Wallflowers - Ive Been Delivered

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I could break free from the

Wood of a coffin

If I need

But nothins hard as

Gettin free from places

Ive already been



Ive been waste-deep

In the burnin meadows

Of my mind

In the engine

In cold december

Shootin fire from the hose



Now turn off your lights

cause Im not comin home

til Im delivered for the first time



I was first-born to a parade

That follows in rows

Down a narrow cold black river

Faceless shadows

Movin slow



I would move swift when

The sounds of a trumpet would blow

Ive been the puppet

Ive been the strings

I know the vacant face it brings



Now the bells of curfew

They may ring before Im through

But soon

Ill be delivered for the first time



You might keep clean

In the back of an angel motorcade

It doesnt matter who walks in

You know, the joke is still the same

Youll just wake up

Like a disposable lover

Decomposed

Ive been gone

Ive been remembered

Ive been alive

Ive been a ghost



So now, if downtown explodes

Ill still be on this road

til Im delivered for the first time



I have drawn blood

From the neckline

When vampires were in fashion

You know Id even learn

To cut my throat

If I thought I could fit in



cause i, I once heard

That you gotta learn

How to blend in to this mess

Where nothins hard

Nothins precious

And nothins smooth or flawless



Now, no more amused

Just screaming to be delivered

For the first time



Now Im 10 miles in the deep

And mighty blue sea

Looking back, towards a long white beach

Burnin up into yellow flames



And I just wave back

Like a little boy up on a pony

In a show

cause I cant fix

Something this complex

Any more than I can build a rose



So just keep on letting go

cause I must be close

To being delivered for the first time



Now Id rather bleed out

A long stream from being lonely

And feel blessed

Well than drown, laying face down

In a puddle of respect

I was once lost

In the corridors of the arena

In blindfolds

Ive been the bull

Ive been the whip

I just pulled down the matador



So now, turn on your lights

cause Im comin home

Ive been delivered for the first time

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