| Leef, I told you all my secrets
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| Leef, until I first did cry
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| Deep within abyss of birth rates
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| Sprawling from a dead bird’s eye
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| Save me from tipping off the corner, cut my spine
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| Blow through recorders, seven years of caked-up eyes
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| Eyes learn to dance, cryptic cheaters on the phone
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| Train me, a pansy, to charm the insects and make you known
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| Flee into the circus lately
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| Aren’t you going to pry me with your red-hot mic?
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| Level level eight, I died and held a service
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| Played a little song beneath a tambourine
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| Save me from ancient, cells are bulging through my skin
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| Lanterns burn the fat, it smells as if I’m caving in
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| From up where we stood on Wellington with hands of snow
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| I sink through your bright scars
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| Your throat is holding hands with mine
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| And time timbers over, it cracks with its ferocious whine
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| I’ll love you forever
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| I’ll love you forever
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| I’ll love you forever
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| I’ll love you forever |