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I'm bending the cards of the four cups unfilled |
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A red cloud has settled over my skin |
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A cold carnal being, I breathe in your echoes |
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You're a man incarnate coloring and rolling |
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Each deep line of your palm runs and wraps around me |
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A coiling cover, I know what you need |
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I'm bound by your rhythm, I breathe in your echoes |
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We melt early winter with the notes we swallow |
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Lost in small circles |
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Felt pulses matched |
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The thin sheets melt |
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Unravel in your hands |
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You lift me like a seed, here I break free of form |
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With rain's ancient mark I'm the girl caught in the storm |
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It is not forever, but it is in-between |
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This is where we find the most of our meaning |
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We feel it in our veins, but it is in-between |
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The pleasure, the truth and what remains unseen |
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The morning's early heat burns and tattoos your back |
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The ink trickling down erases what we lack |
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Lost in small circles |
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Felt pulses matched |
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The thin sheets melt |
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Unravel in your hands |
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Lost in small circles |
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Felt pulses matched |
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The thin sheets melt |
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Unravel in your hands |
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Lost in small circles |
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Felt pulses matched |
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The thin sheets melt |
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Unravel in your hands |
