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rocco deluca & the burden
and i count the rings around your heart
wearing halos with those thorns again
and i count the marks upon skin
where you stop and i begin again
and i'm feeling useless with my phone
makes me feel so far from home again
all those kings and queens we rage against
and if you want you can come the same way you go
up on every hill turning every stone
and like the cars that drive and rage against the street
and the sun and moon are touching when you come to me