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The sound of your heart is wired to break. |
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Too fucked up to love, but too soft to hate. |
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The hum of your lungs is my favorite thing |
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and the air you shove out |
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into my mouth. |
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I've always felt stuck, alone or ashamed. |
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The gutter's too tough, the stars are too safe. |
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I'm always that kid always out of place. |
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I try to get found, |
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but I've never known how. |
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I'm tracing the lines on your handsome face, |
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the scars on your arms, the shape of your veins. |
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We are not alone. |
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We are not mistakes. |
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Don't whisper now. |
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We're allowed to be loud. |
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