| You were the Summer
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| You were the coma
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| You were the only one
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| It was so quiet
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| And then you came around
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| And all the hiss of unknown
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| Turned lifeless and commonplace
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| You carrier, you’ll never see
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| What came undone, what you took from me
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| Can you hear them? |
| Rats in the walls
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| They remind me together of who we were
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| I don’t need your help or your hindrance
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| You stay the fuck away from me
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| You said, «It's been so long, I’m all alone»
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| Hear the scratch of the rats in the walls
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| Led me here, said, «Hold my hand»
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| A young nymph defiled then
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| My body fights itself inside
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| I feel it bow, this mortal hold
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| You carrier, you repulse me
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| Heard the sound of her knees scrape against the street
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| You, the dirty one, what you took from me
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| There was nothing left but hypocrisy
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| Holy odium, blotted memory
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| But my regret will never consume me
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| The ocean’s licking tongue, the letting of the blood
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| Vile prophecy, scrape it out of me |