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This isn't my room but still I know where everything goes. |
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Your shoes, buzzing toys, dirty clothes. |
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I can clean for you. |
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Spotless like a palace. |
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Chains bind me too. |
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Your lips are like air. |
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I see heaven all around me, crumbling like your body. |
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These days alone bring me back to a little book. |
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Those pages hold all that makes me angry. |
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And who has the power to bring heaven to its knees? |
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God knows its not me. |
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God knows. |
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This isn't my home. |
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I feel it in every corner. |
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The chairs don't sing your name. |
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I drowned. |
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Please let me clean for you. |
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No one else can love you like I do. |
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My hands are spotless please let me clean for you. |
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When you go away. |
