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I'd like to believe/in one thing that you say to me |
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Would you like to leave?/when i try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be |
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Turn on the stove/in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home |
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My head fills with heat/from the knife in your hand to mine |
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I'd like to understand/what you think about, why it seems so bad |
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It's only escape/from everything i know i'm weak, i know that i'm sad |
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Turn on the stove/in the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home |
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My head fills with heat/from the knife in your hand to my sand |
