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I carry the seeds of pain within me
I plant them in everyone I love
The flowers that grow are dark and lonely
I'm reaching for heaven
Be careful of what makes you happy
And you should know this well by now
You can be bruised on top of bruises
I'm reaching for heaven
I'm scaling your walls
I'm pushing down your doors
I'm not even knocking
I'm crashing your gate
I'm storming your keep
And I am not asking
Be careful of what makes you happy
And you should know this well by now
You can be bruised on top of bruises
I'm reaching for heaven
After all the things we've been through
We'll never be the same again
Our pain is the only thing that binds us
We're reaching for heaven