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Sit back bare your cross to me |
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Oh, won't |
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I listenGod, damn have |
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I burned my hands |
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On what's been missing |
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I feel, unreal |
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Every time |
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I try and stop to feel |
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Pick me up my friend |
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Let me start again |
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You ****** me |
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Behind this garden |
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Don't ****** me |
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Long before |
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I could even see |
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You're what was missing |
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Twisting deep inside of me |
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Forever missing the glistening |
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I feel, unreal |
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Every time |
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I try and stop to feel |
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Pick me up my friend |
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Hold closed your hand |
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You ****** me |
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Behind this garden |
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Don't ****** me |
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Can you see all the clear skin in front of me |
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Can you see, can you see, what you wanna see |
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Can you see there's a little spot of light in me |
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Can you see, can you tell |
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I'm ****** |
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Bleed emotions |
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Bleed emotions |
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You sat back, gave your soul to me |
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But did I listen |
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God damn, did |
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I burn my hands? |
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On what was missing, the glistening |
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I feel, unreal |
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Every time |
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I try and stop to feel |
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Pick me up my friend |
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Hold closed my hand |
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You ****** me |
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Behind this garden |
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You ****** me |
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Behind this garden |
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Don't ****** me |
