| He shut up like a rose, the scar of my belly
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| How I wanted him to rise up with the clouds
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| How I asked for love, received the wounds on cheek
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| The nights empty sleep
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| Hopeless words I can’t keep
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| He searched just like a magnet, Oh the metal is me
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| How I needed him to draw it in, protect me from belief
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| How I pleaded then to end again, heal my rotting skin
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| Pleaded then, asked for sin
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| Something I can keep
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| Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
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| Touch the beating, heart of my heart
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| Flesh of my flesh
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| Mouth of my mouth
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| Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
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| Touch the beating, heart of my heart
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| He shuned me like disease, the feathers in my eyes
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| How I need his light to purify the darkness deep inside
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| How I asked for warmth, received snow and sleet
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| The burns on my feet
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| White and unsoiled sheets
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| He reached for all desire, kept his hands far from me
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| How my mind built high could rectify such pain and deceit
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| How the sorrow plunged, concrete and ashen weeps
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| The porous bed it reeks with unresolved peeks
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| Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
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| Touch the beating, heart of my heart
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| Flesh of my flesh
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| Mouth of my mouth
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| Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
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| Touch the beating, heart of my heart
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| And now I sleep on ladders
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| So afraid I’ll fall |