Famous Prophets (Stars)

Apologies to future mes and yous
 But I can't help feeling like we're through
 
 The ripping of the tape hurts my ears
 In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do
 Twin bruises on my shins
 
 From where I kicked the back of the seat in
 They meant what I went through for you
 But now they're fading, now they're gone
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 (Don't spend too much time on it)
 These teenage hands
 Will never touch yours again
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 But I remember you, you had a body
 You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera
 Did I fail? Did I fall?
 (In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?)
 Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart?
 (Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?)
 Or is this the start of the great silence?
 (From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?)
 Is this the start of every day?
 (Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?)
 I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck
 Like the people I know who are nervous wrecks
 Though I'm not gonna name names
 (Yours was an exception)
 Did the sound just stop?
 At the end of every day
 There'll be nothing left to say
 There'll be no backstage pass
 
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
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 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 We gotta go back
 Don't get too impressed
 You might lose your breath
 Don't predict your death
 'Cause I like you the best
 Don't you fall apart
 You might lose my heart
 You know I love your art
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 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave...
 So descend into cliché
 If you've found your holy grail
 I could fill back in that grave
 I could hammer in that nail
 I could give you what you want
 I could give you what you deserve
 I could sing another song
 I could watch that hammer swerve
 And when the mirror breaks
 I wouldn't miss it for the world
 Call it blackstar, call it painstar
 The same thing happens when you touch it
 Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
 Let me tell you what happens when you touch it...
 Let me, let me, let
 Let me
 Let me
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 So descend into cliché
 If the music has forsaken you
 Roll the stone over the grave
 I never liked that one anyways
 Or stare into the face
 Of whatever it is that's facing you
 And if the levee breaks
 You'll find out what it is that's replacing you
 And when the mirror breaks
 I wouldn't miss it for the world
 Call it blackstar
 Call it painstar
 The same thing happens when you touch it
 Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
 Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
 Did they tell you
 Did they tell me
 What happened to you?
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 (It'll take some time
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 But somewhere down the line
 We won't be)
 Love never fails
 But where there are prophecies, they will cease
 where there are tongues, they will be stilled
 where there is knowledge, it will pass away
 For we know in part and we prophesy in part
 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child,
 I reasoned like a child. When I abandoned my childhood
 I put these ways behind me.
 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror;
 then we shall see face to face.
 Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known
 And now these two remain