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There are parts of me he'll never know, |
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My wild horses and my river beds, |
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And in my throat voices he'll never hear |
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He pulls at me like a cherry tree, |
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And I can still move, but I don't speak about it. |
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Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead. |
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He's to scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers istead. |
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I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone |
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I need an island, somewhere to bury you, |
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Somewhere to go. |
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And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun, |
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'Oh, sweet thing', he sings to me, |
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'You're the only one.' |
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I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone |
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I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere |
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I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone |
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I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go. |
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And I don't know why I can't tell my sister, |
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He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here. |
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You know that dream when your feet won't move, |
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you want to come but your body won't let you. |
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He steals it from me. |
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He steals it from me. |
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It shines like sweat, like jewels, |
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Like something that has died to soon. |
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He fucks with the beauty. |
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A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick. |
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He steals it from me. |
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It's out of my hands again. |
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I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone |
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I need an island, somewhere to bury you, |
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Somewhere to go, to go... |
