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    layout: lyricaltragedy
    inspiration: reversescollide

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    06 March 2006 @ 12:08 AM

    // Song of the moment

    I'll Be - Edwin McCain

    The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful
    Stop me and steal my breath
    And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
    Never revealing their depth

    Tell me that we belong together
    Dress it up with the trappings of love
    I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
    Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

    [Chorus]
    I'll be your crying shoulder
    I'll be love's suicide
    I'll be better when I'm older
    I'll be the greatest fan of your life

    And rain falls angry on the tin roof
    As we lie awake in my bed
    You're my survival, you're my living proof
    My love is alive and not dead

    Tell me that we belong together
    Dress it up with the trappings of love
    I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
    Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

    [Chorus]

    And I've dropped out, I've burned up
    I fought my way back from the dead
    Tuned in, turned on
    Remembered the things that you said

    [Chorus] x2