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Head, toes, let her eyes in me |
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They cloud the sea, could never be let out |
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These lines repeat themselves |
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Slit your half and talk all else |
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Slow down, the acting temp |
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The housing man, full order to pass |
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Sly thoughts, prophetic dreams |
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Pathetic scenes, hand hold me down |
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But it's so devastating when you feel |
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You're all above |
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And you're not in love |
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Dead lungs, you're becoming someone else's tongue |
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Coughing up blood, skin coming off |
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Quick mask, the spot on cheek |
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And fidgets leave, it's all going down |
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Lifting the bills away, your border state |
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Like steel, it's so devastating when you feel |
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You're all above |
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And you're not in love |
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Dead lungs, you're becoming someone else's tongue |
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Coughing up blood, skin coming off |
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We're cold but the door is closed |
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Shadows that are holding you out |
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Sleep out, recessively, let it be |
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Like steel, it's so devastating when you feel |
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You're all above |
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And you're not in love |
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Dead lungs, you're becoming someone else's tongue |
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Coughing up blood, skin coming off |
