Brooke Daniel's Tiny Broken Fingers
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Brooke Daniel's Tiny Broken Fingers
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If you were here right now
Not dead like you are
I would sit by you, but you're not here,
You're not here at all
Tiny broken fingers in the doorway
How was i to know?
Guess i didn't think those screams were for real
In a house where the tree fell
We spent all day in the branches
They came the next day
They took that tree away and made me cry
Did you hear she saw demons in the bedroom
Her lungs were broken
But then they worked fine
Blue light comes around
Blue light dont come around right now
You might not like what you see, be ashamed
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