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And so clean |
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By the way you move |
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There's no falling lines between the sheets that build into you |
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And I've heard, there's no other way |
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To omit the stains of older men that pull you away |
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And I can lay, only twice as long |
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As the angry boy beneath my skin will pull you along |
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And don't delay, I'm a wounded man |
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Crumbled by the former scent of you, that always I'll miss |
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There's a space in your world that keeps you away |
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Tried to ring out my tongue to find you at bay |
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My wasted words have found you too late |
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That there's no shame in being scared of where you are |
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My words, they can never breathe |
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Past the sense of all you've given me, but never received |
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And I could lay, as such a wounded man |
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But there's always such a point it brings |
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That you feel ascend |
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There's a space in your world that keeps you away |
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Tried to ring out my tongue to find you at bay |
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My wasted words have found you too late |
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That there's no shame in being scared of where you are |
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There's no shame in being scared of where you are. |
