The stars are shining again tonight.
A strong heart,
I've worked hard to get to where I am.
But it means nothing if I can't forget what's been.
And my reflection ages,
The pictures faded into gray.
I can't imagine what you'd say now,
Maybe I've become too proud.
But I'll be laughing in the fallout.
The painted hands tremble bright,
The string of broken lights cast shadows just right.
A cheap guitar,
And a full heart can sing.
But if my hands can't stop shaking it don't mean a thing.
The fallout.
The fallout.
I'll be laughing and crying and bleeding and flying in the fallout.
And you can't see me in the fallout.
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