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Come around |
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To see the world that I've made for you |
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take your time |
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and just screw me well |
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I stick around and read your mind |
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you know that nothing matters |
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as long as you're near, near me |
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See the world |
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and trace the life that used to bleed |
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wash away |
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all the pain you hold inside |
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I stick around to read your mind |
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you know that nothing matters |
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as long as you're near, near me |
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Some times I fall |
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and show myself to you |
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sometimes I rise |
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against what is not me |
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sometimes I cry |
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to hide my anger |
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some times I lie to you |
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Come around |
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to see the world that I've made for you |
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take your time |
|
and just screw me well |
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I stick around and read your mind |
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you know that nothing matters |
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as long as you're near, near me |
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Some times I fall |
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and show myself to you |
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sometimes I rise |
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against what is not me |
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sometimes I cry |
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to hide my anger |
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some times oh I lie to you |