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In this glass househe whispers lovehow many times can |
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I sit throughthe end of the worldhe lays his head dumb on my mouthhe left my body breaking backshis heat betrays mebut |
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I need feelings and cures |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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Once in a life timeonce over therehe stood in doorwayshe stood on the edgehis point of view was feveron a thread of lightmy point of view was shakenhe took my mind |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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Please, don't disturb mewrapping me in clean white sheets |
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Cause I've got his filthy hands to cover meleave our roomlike, desires, untouchedwe're sons of savageswe're sons of dust |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
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In this glass house |
