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What can we scrape together with just the flesh as evidence |
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Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence |
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'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself |
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Who will find me under this mean sleep |
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain |
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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You could burn a thousand days and I would need no other light |
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You could die a thousand ways and I'd still love you back to life |
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But my needs rising angry and my loneliness like quicksand |
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Who will find me under this mean sleep |
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain |
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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I am lost to the longing, I am moulded by the memory |
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Had shut down half my mind just to steal the space you left behind |
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'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself |
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Who will find me under this mean sleep |
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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? |
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How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change? |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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I had a mean sleep over you |
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And it hurts coming back to life |
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