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59 lines
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# Black Rose, Gray Skies
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**[Intro]**\
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Black rose, thorns sharp and trapped inside a clear vessel\
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Petals falling, won't you please come and save this wilting weed\
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Slower still, it's a tragic, but slow death inside the glass cage\
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Seasons change, nights fade and dissipate into similar shades of gray
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**[Chorus]**\
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*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
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*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
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*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
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*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*
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**[Verse 1]**\
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*This is*\
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*Not a cry for help, I don't need my princess Belle*\
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*I just want to truly be set free*\
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*I am*\
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*Trapped in this case, though it's safe, I'm afraid*\
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*Will I be the rose I see inside?*\
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*You can*\
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*Find me up here, perched and perfectly still*\
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*Kicked my feet and staring up so high*\
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*Black rose*\
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*Prick me again, make me bleed, little friend*\
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*Oh, if only I weren't in my mind*
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**[Chorus]**\
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*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
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*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
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*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
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*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*
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**[Verse 2]**\
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*I don't*\
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*Want to be afraid, there's much progress I have made*\
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*And I'm only getting further, still*\
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*I am*\
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*Trapped inside my cage, don't see a way I can escape*\
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*A cognitive prison, against my will*\
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*Looking down*\
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*Will never help, I see my death, my biggest doubts*\
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*A fall that's deep enough that it would kill*\
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*So I*\
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*Keep my head held high, looking up into the sky*\
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*As the petals wilt onto the 'sill*
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**[Chorus]**\
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*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
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*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
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*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
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*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*
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**[Epilogue]**\
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I look down at the black rose, the vessel is as glossy and beautiful as the treasure it contains\
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The stars in the sky look down at me and smile, and I can feel their warm glow from here\
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If I could be that rose, take it outside its cell and transfuse its radiant beauty\
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I am a dreamer in the hopes that one day the vessel shatters and I too will be set free\
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A rose like no other, with thorns trimmed, and petals full as it blooms in the new morning Sun
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