| Head, toes, let her eyes in me
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| They cloud the sea, could never be let out
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| These lines repeat themselves
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| Slit your half and talk all else
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| Slow down, the acting temp
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| The housing man, full order to pass
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| Sly thoughts, prophetic dreams
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| Pathetic scenes, hand hold me down
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| But it’s so devastating when you feel
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| You’re all above
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| And you’re not in love
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| Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue
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| Coughing up blood, skin coming off
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| Quick mask, the spot on cheek
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| And fidgets leave, it’s all going down
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| Lifting the bills away, your border state
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| Like steel, it’s so devastating when you feel
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| You’re all above
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| And you’re not in love
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| Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue
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| Coughing up blood, skin coming off
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| We’re cold but the door is closed
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| Shadows that are holding you out
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| Sleep out, rancidly, let it be
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| Like steel, it’s so devastating when you feel
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| You’re all above
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| And you’re not in love
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| Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue
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| Coughing up blood, skin coming off |