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Sprawled out over the windfall |
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Of this the bloated, browning month |
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Apple bruises on my thighs |
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And the flush from your yawning smile |
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Fasten your teeth on my soul |
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And we shall roll and flow for evermore |
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You in your cotton dress |
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You in your innocence |
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Life screams its fury from your eyes |
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All jaded and alive |
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Fasten your teeth on my soul |
[01:24.18] |
And we shall roll and flow for evermore |
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My feet are in the water |
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Waiting for the tide to come |
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The whisper in the corner |
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Does its best to make me numb |
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My ear in your cage |
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Your pulse in my hand |
[02:04.21] |
Eyeing up the child |
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Fingering the dead |
[02:07.71] |
Swallowing your flow |
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Your teeth on my neck |
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Coil me full of hate |
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And bend me out of shape |
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Death is just down the hallway |
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When I fall I hear him ask |
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How many rooms have you entered? |
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How many rooms have you passed? |
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Fasten your teeth on my soul |
[02:44.71] |
And we shall roll and flow for evermore |
[03:06.72] |
My feet are in the water |
[03:11.00] |
Waiting for the tide to come |
[03:14.42] |
The whisper in the corner |
[03:17.87] |
Does its best to make me numb |
[03:20.91] |
My ear in your cage |
[03:23.06] |
Your pulse in my hand |
[03:24.91] |
Eyeing up the child |
[03:26.58] |
Fingering the dead |
[03:28.40] |
Swallowing your flow |
[03:30.25] |
Your teeth on my neck |
[03:31.94] |
Coil me full of hate |
[03:33.55] |
And bend me out of shape |
[03:37.43] |
How much darker does it get? |
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